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Male|18|Yellow Pair|Tags: Sonia

Well, he heard stranger things and couldn't really judge her because of her interest. Sonia seem like a nice girl, that was all that mattered to him really. Back at home, eli had met all kinds of odd people..his own spirits where even odd the nicest..sometimes." Oh ummm, that's a rather interesting..interest you have. As for me, i really enjoy to cook and write. I'm trying to get into some art stuff...but i'm not really not all that good at it." Eli had no idea how he became interested in drawing,..he was odd his self sometimes. Ah yes, he was taught not to judge people so quickly because the strangest people always seem lik maybe because he saw other people's art work and wanted to try it? Besides, Art had always interested him but he didn't think he could do it. However, with a little time and practice he could do it. He wasn't sure why he was thinking about this right now." Anyway, i don't think it's un-lady like. If you like something...then you like it. I think it would be ok if i like...well, nevermind i don't know where im getting with this sorry." he mashed two fingers together nervously, turning to face Gao when he spoke

" I think that's..actually pretty cool to be honest~ it's most definitely something different and different is just fine!" The dog spirit said with a cheerful huff. He was interested in her story now, Eli was to but he stayed silent about it. Knowing Gao, he was going to ask, the spirit was always interested in other people's stories. " Well, that's good that you made it out alive!" he wagged his tail in excitement."I know this isn't the right time to ask, but..could you maybe tell us more about this game you mentioned please?" his big green eyes lid up in excitement, feeling that Eli grabbed his shoulder. He wanted to know to, in fact he wanted to sit down and swap stories with her. The more they talked, the more he became interested in her. What was his killing game? why would someone make a game like that? what was the rules? these questions where swarming in his head like nest of angry bees

"Not now Gao, we have more important things to do. Besides, don't you thing your bugging her abit." Eli saw Gao's floppy ears flop even further. "Anyway, your right. This place does seem dreary...kinda creepy to." He looked at paintings, studying them for a bit.They looked like the type of pictures that you'll find in some in some vampire castle..maybe they where in a vampire castle. The thought made him shiver, vampires, demons..yay they freaked him out. Still..they looked kinda nice well drawn to." So umm..where do we go form here?"

[Reiji]

[ ♦ ] Jacket • 27 • Male • Black Pairing • Hotline Miami • Tags, Rosa

When Rosa accepted the icy treat, Jacket blinked multiple times, dumbfounded as she bit into it without a second thought. Was she dumb or did she have a death wish eating a popsicle like that? His shoulders raised once as he audibly chuckled in a gruff voice. It was slightly amusing- it's like she didn't know what it was. Then again, she said something about demons earlier. He placed his bandaged hand on Rosa to grab her attention and licked his own popsicle- showing her the proper way to eat it. "Don't bite." He signed. As it required both of his hands, he had softly bit his popsicle and kept it there, already pocketing his tape recorder. He's not sure why is he teaching an adult woman how to eat a damn popsicle but it's not really the time and place to question weird things. He pulled the confectionery out of his mouth and headed out the kitchen, nudging to Rosa for her to follow alongside him.

He ignored anyone else that was in the lounge with them and stepped up to a set of ladders that headed down. Like the rest of this place, the ladders gave him an odd feeling. Does this lead to the next phase of this place? It did says something about puzzles and monsters, those kinds of things. He looked back to see if Rosa was following him. Jacket pulled out the wooden stick that no longer held up a popsicle and threw it down the stairs, the rest of the sweet ice melting inside his mouth. There's nothing suspicious about the stairs but he got the feeling that this is where they're supposed to head to. There doesn't seem to be stair heading up, so were they on the top floor already? Did the note say something about that? He didn't remember and thinking about it again, he didn't care. What matters is that they head on straight to the next thing they should be doing. Bringing out his cassete tape, he directed the speaker to Rosa. cassete speeding up— "Please follow the stairway down." The recorded woman's voice directed and he nudged for her to follow as he went down the stairs, skipping a few steps as he did.

[ ♣ ] Gyeol Ri 'Ian' • 17 • Male • Red Pairing • oc • Tags, Arctica

Ian walked a few steps ahead of Arctica quietly, his steps practically nonexistent- as he was still not solid. His mind was vacant and while his eyes wouldn't express much in the first place due to the absence of pupils, it lacked any expression. His was in autopilot mode, dissociating from his surroundings. He would usually do this often when he was home and time would pass by. How many years has it actually been since he had been alone? He did this to ignore his constant anger, it was one of the only solace. It was either a deprivation of emotions or an extreme one filling his head; pick your poison. Stopping in his tracks suddenly upon a soft voice's suprised remark, he blinked several times and made himself real so he could focus. Feeling the chill of the real world on your skin, albeit it's not flesh, keeps him awake. Not that he was in a hurry to return home; he didn't have anything to return to. Though, he also didn't like this posh place, he much preferred the neon signs and dark alleys of his city.

"Fancy." Ian commented, going inside the spacious louse first before his quiet partner did. He heard her say something else under her breath but just ignored it, if it was so important she'd say it again. It sounded like an apology though- he hated apologies, atleast if he was the one apologizing. He walked up to a couch's armrest and despite having just woken up, he fell on his back onto the long side of the couch, the bat he brought along resting next to the sofa and his legs dangling on the armrest he had been 'tripped' by. "Go search around for the door to the thing or whatever." Ian tiredly said with a very limited vocabulary, yawning. To be upfront, he's lazy and he will admit that. Most of his time is spent on sleeping while his body is ethereal. It's a nice escape from everything but he's still tired if he wakes up so it's not really resting. If his soulmate could go look around and do stuff for him, then why should he? Always let others do the things for you, given the chance. He could sense living things so there was people here already, not sure who and he doesn't care. He raised a hand to Artica, still laying on the couch. "There's people around." He informed her, his voice evidently bored. He was going to tell her to be careful but since he didn't really care for the situation at hand too much in the first place and that Arctica had said she could protect herself, he just glossed it over.

[ ♛ ] Takeru Yamato • 17 • Male • Silver Pairing • Eyeshield 21 • Tags, Kokichi

Yamato smiled, nodding to agree with Kokichi's assesment of where they should head next. It makes sense and he doesn't mind going around to scout this weird place they're in. He placed a friendly hand on Kokichi's shoulder, his smile not hindering. "Let's go, then." He went ahead, not waiting for Kokichi at all. Mostly out of habit, he wasn't used to following people and is more so uses to taking the lead himself. He was walking at first but then it turned into a jog as he headed past all the rooms and into a corridor that led to a lounge. It looked well-furnished and a bit too fancy, just like the rooms and even past the doors he hand Kokichi had walked by- which had various pictures of sceneries and also some indoor plants. They're probably fake since there's no windows around here and he doesn't think that this game master would have maids and butlers running around watering plants.

Stepping into the lounge and making sure thaf Kokichi wasn't left behind, Yamato noted that there were already a few people in here, albeit not a lot. Though, they all seem to be minding their own business. Did the letter have some kind of rule against working with another pair? He didn't recall anything like that, so maybe they both could wait around for a pair that they can work together with. Strength in numbers, anyway. It'd probably better to not disturb anyone as of now though, they are all in the same situation anyway and what could they even talk about right now? Other than being in a team, that is. He glanced at Kokichi and then walked over next to him. "I have an idea- do you think maybe we can ask for the help of other soulmates?" Yamato found himself saying the last word to be silly, since it is after all a weird kind of word to say so casually. He proposed the idea to Kokichi anyway to see what he would think. Yamato already doesn't mind, as long as they can trust others. They all had the same goal anyway, right? They wanted to return home. There's no competition right now as of yet, atleast not a clear threat for them to fight against each other. The enemy is this matchmaker, not his other victims. Atleast, Yamato doesn't like the idea of fighting other people that is in the same bizarre situation as they are. He wanted to avoid conflicts if possible. "Like, a team. If we can trust them and if you're okay with that." He added, just to assure Kokichi that it's a decision that they both should share.

[ ♠ ] Joke Erisgod • 34 • Male • Pink Pairing • Tapsonic Top • Tags, Taaro 'Candypop' Vixen

Eris was expecting the producer to wake him up with a gentle pat on the face or atleast the other members to tell him that practice was starting soon. Despite being bright most of the time, the white haired man tend to sleep in due to the shady business he does at night for hours on end. It's mostly brooding and looking mysterious but also practicing by himself, giving him a break from the usual façade. He woke up normally at first, planning to stay in bed for a few more hours as he imagines unlikely scenarious and fall back into a slumber but as he got a good look of the room, he got suspicious. His room was well-adorned but not like this. There was also a lack of clothes on the floor, which he remembered vividly from last night. Trying on costumes, that is.

It wasn't hard for him to easily get ready, as he had already done his usual morning routine almost in a flash. This situation was odd but if anything, getting into it in style was the utmost importancy. He's not about to face danger in boxers and briefs. Subsequently, he had mastered the art of being efficent in the shortest time, since while he might be the last to wake up, he's almost always the first on scene by some miracle. Right now, he is wearing his usual accented suit and for his mask, he had chosen a simple piece that covered his left eye, exposing his other one. His pristine white hair combed, he had donned his top hat to complete the look. Observing the room after his little dress up show, Eris was slipping onto his white gloves when his eyes fell upon a letter on the bedside table. Curious if it was a message that could explain the sudden re-redoration of his room, he took upon it to read it.

The letter filled Eris with child-like enthusiasm as soon as he finished it. It sounded fun- exciting! Dangerous and uncertain- adds mores to the mystery. He wasn't ignorant of the fact that this matchmaker had invaded his privacy however, stealing his dear masks and his belongings. A few instruments cases were present in the room- his instruments. It's convenient that he was taken away from home with his beloved darlings but it also meant that someone else other than Eris handled them. That was a big no in his book and made him iffy. Ignoring the insult of his persnal belonging s from his host, he turned the letter to see the name of his supposed soulmate aswell as a color. Taaro Candypop Vixen, his first impression so far was.. sweet. Lovely, he thinks. A name doesn't completely mirror a person's character however, so he had to meet this person himself. The soulmate part explained the divider in the room that he hadn't checked yet; mostly due to the fact that he wasn't dressed properly for the occassion. Now that he was, he moved over to the curtains and opened it cautiously.

Would it be a bad first impression to wake someone up with an electric guitar? Or perhaps a trumpet. He placed a hand on his chin, as if thinking. That wouldn't be too nice, would it? Especially not to the pretty sleeping face that he was looking over. Humming a song, he moved back to his own side of the room, deciding against waking up sleeping beauty over there. He hated being waken up, let alone violently, it would be very hypocritical of him to do the same thing to Taaro. He walked over to the door that he assumed went outside and poked his head out. Spacious, lots of rooms. There's more people here, too. That's lovely- this matchmaker must be resourceful to do such a feat, let alone prepare a nice room for each of them. It's very hospitable, clearly. Closing the door of the room quietly, he walked over to one of the instruments cases and opened it carefully. Bringing out a violin carved beautifully- a gift from his fellow star Orpheus- he brought the end to his neck and got into position. Might aswell get some practice in, right? This might wake the other occupant of the room aswell but not distruprive enough. It's not too loud but if it was enough to wake Taaro up, let the first thing his soulmate hear be his music. A faint blue glow seethes from his mask as he started playing, the violin was accompanied by a set of sounds that was impossible to come from it but was clearly playing in the room. Eris, in his trance, moved about the room to the music as he continued playing the violin- and multiple other invisible instruments, seemingly. It requires great focus so he hadn't completely mastered this, making him ignore his surroundings a bit too much.

[molotov]

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[ lucifer ] ─ [ male ] ─ [ purple pair ] ─ [ location starting floor ] ─ [ tags kaori ]
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urushihara raised an eyebrow as a long uncomfortable pause followed in his attempt to acknowledge the girl. after a moment or so he parted his lips, getting ready to speak again in order to break the awkward tension that was starting to build between them, but luckily as if being snapped out of a trance the girl finally responded. leaving the side of his bed he took a few steps twords her as she herself stepped out completely from the side of the divider. “um yeah, that would be me” he replied. so this was who the matchmaker thought his ideal match was? it only made sense that this was his supposed soulmate seeing as she obviously knew his name. he couldn’t say he was at all interested in such a concept, especially if this ‘ideal match’ of his continued to take this painfully long to respond. “so that would make you kaori then.” he concluded.

at her next question he blinked, did she really not know what ‘soulmate’ meant? the word itself was kinda self explanatory. but he supposed he shouldn’t judge, he didn’t exactly know who this was after all, nor where she came from. “soulmate basically means someone who is perfectly suited for you, typically in a romantic way..” he explained, averting his gaze at his last few words he scratched the side of his face. “so whoever put us here assumes me and you are ideally matched for each other.. for whatever reason...” to think, out of everyone who could’ve been thrown into this weird situation it had to be him of all people. he didn’t need this, he just wanted to go back to the apartment and be with his labtop again. “not that i expect you to know this, but do you by chance have any idea where we are exactly?” he asked, returning his gaze.

[Amethyst The Gem]

Jackie beamed with delight as Axel, as she had not so eloquently dubbed her supposed soulmate, returned her handshake. The hyper blonde bounced on her toes, and as Axel let his hand drop to his side, she stared curiously at the weapon slung over his shoulder. She felt a strong urge to ask what it was, but before she could, she noticed that the tall male was staring straight back at her with a shocked expression. "why........why is he staring at me?" Jackie thought to herself, unsure of how to react to the situation. "Did I say something that surprising? I mean.........I didn't think I did..." As Axel set his equipment down, which Jackie quickly realized looked strangely like a brush, she once again felt an innate need to ask what on Earth he needed such things for, and what they even were in the first place. But as he spoke, his words quelled every one of her questions, if only for a moment. "OK.....so he says he's not an alien..........but that sure as heck sounds like an alien to me!" While listening to Axel speak, she noticed that his sentences were formulated in a somewhat broken manner, as if he didn't quite know fully how to speak. His next words, however, gave her an even bigger shock than the ones before. Foregoing any manner of "think before you speak", Jackie blurted out, "A flood?! 12,000 years ago?? Are you sure you're not an alien? Because humans are most definitely still alive! Maybe you live on a different planet, and humans somehow ended up there and died in this flood you talked about?" Jackie noticed Axel's sudden movement, but didn't say anything about it, too preoccupied with the thoughts running through her mind, and waiting for a response from Axel.

[Amethyst The Gem]

While trying to decide which way to go, Keith felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. Rather than jumping in surpirse, as most people probably would have done, he simply turned to face the one who had tapped him. What did surprise him, however, was that the person was not human. "I guess I should be used to this by now, I've seen all different kinds of alien species in space........." Breaking out of his thoughts, the raven-haired teen responded in a slightly monotonous tone of voice, "Yes, I'm Keith. As for what soulmates means........" An uncharacteristic flush of heat rushed to Keith's cheeks, and he hesitated slightly in his response. "A soulmate is a concept that.......two people are meant to be together." Having gotten that out of the way, Keith felt relieved, and thankful that the rest of the girl's flow of conversation was more along his comfort level. "Sticking together sounds fine, it will definitely make battles easier." He eyed the staff that she had on her back, and added, "It's good that we both have weapons. That will make things even easier. Let's go." Not waiting for a response, Keith turned on his heel, taking a step down the hallway away from Merrill.

[guar]

→𝙲 𝙻 𝙴 𝙼 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴
| female | tagged; shoto |

“Yes, walkers. Or whatever you call them.” While her initial assumption was that Shoto must have been from a rather sheltered safe-zone where perhaps younger people didn’t need to go out and deal with the undead, she was sure anybody should know about the dead rising - it was all over the news when it first happened, everyone was urged to get to the larger cities for safety. In fact, those people just walked into a bloodbath since nobody really understood how to deal with the walkers at the time, and eventually society crumbled and the world was left with only groups of people or safe-zones. A lot of people had different names for the walkers, though; monsters, biters, the dead, muertos, geeks, the list went on as the teenager encountered more people. She didn’t bother offering an explanation of walkers unless she was asked to, believing them to be common knowledge for anybody regardless of if they had seen them or not. There was always talk. Shoto raised a fair point afterwards, though, the note was probably not the full story; the person behind it certainly seemed like the type of person to withhold information to make it more fun to watch. That made her wonder how they were being supervised, how would the ‘Matchmaker’ know what they were doing? That was a lot of people to keep track of. “The note is all we have right now, though. We’ll have to go with it until something else comes up.” Clementine pointed out with a frown, it was all well and good that Shoto was considering that there was more to the situation, but there wasn’t anything else to go off of so far, all they had was what they were told. Perhaps more would be revealed later on, to make the ‘game’ more interesting for the Matchmaker.

What’s your quirk? Clementine furrowed her brows confusedly, not understanding the question at all, it wasn’t exactly something she had been asked before. “My quirk?” She echoed, hoping for Shoto to perhaps correct her and say something that made more sense and dismiss it as Clementine mishearing the question but the word quirk hardly sounded like anything that would make sense in the question that was being asked. “What do you mean ‘my quirk’?” She questioned. Hopefully it wasn’t anything obvious that she should know since that would probably paint her as not the brightest person around, but she was sure that she hadn’t heard anybody discuss a quirk before. When Shoto took the blame for the poor introductions, Clementine shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, not too bothered by the first impression now, at least it got her point across that she wouldn’t tolerate the other teen messing with her. It was slightly odd when he called the person behind the situation a villain, but she supposed Shoto wasn’t wrong for saying that; taking people from their homes and forcing them to complete puzzles and battles certainly sounded like a villainous thing to do. Besides, he also had a point that they were going to have to work together and trust each other if they wanted to escape. Trusting a stranger so easily bothered Clementine, but she still nodded in agreement nonetheless, “Yeah. It sounds like they’re planning for us to work together either way.” She responded. Part of her was nervous to agree to trust someone so quickly, especially after being told that it was okay to betray your assigned soulmate, but she decided against voicing those concerns, Shoto didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do that, so Clementine hoped her judgement of his character was correct. The last thing she needed was to be stabbed in the back, that had happened enough to her in her lifetime, after all.

As she continued down the hallway of bedroom doors, Clementine noticed that one of the doors were unlike the bedrooms’ one. That must have meant it was of some importance, right? Stepping lightly once she got closer to the door, she glanced at Shoto and gestured her head towards the door to show her interest in it and, since he was the one to suggest trusting each other, she assumed that he would be willing to approach it with her. She quickly pushed the door open, raising her gun as she prepared to encounter something dangerous but she was instead met with a rather clean kitchen full of food. At the sight of the kitchen, Clementine’s eyes widened as she froze in her spot for a few moments, “Oh my God.” Her voice was soft, almost breathless. Shaking her head and reminding herself to start moving, she was quick to walk towards cupboards, opening some of them and seeing that they were full of all kinds of food, most of it being something she hadn’t seen since before the apocalypse started. Moving on from the cupboards, the survivor moved to the fridge, scanning over the shelves of food. It had been years since she had ever seen so much food in one place, all of which didn’t look out of date and seemed like they were just free for the taking! Was this all for the people in the game? It seemed too good to be true. Closing the fridge, she turned around to look at Shoto, smiling at him for the first time since their rather poor introductions. “Have you ever seen so much food since it started, Shoto? This could keep a whole community going for...” She trailed off, unable to even think of how many people could be fed by the one kitchen - that counted rationing, of course. “You wouldn’t need to do any supply runs for months, they could just kiss scavenging goodbye.” The teenager chuckled softly, overwhelmed by how positive this was, especially considering the fact they were taken from their homes and were being told to participate in a sick game of puzzles and fighting. Clementine’s smile faltered, though, as the situation settled in once again. Could they really trust this food? The Matchmaker stole them away from their homes, what if the food was poison? What if this was one of the Matchmaker’s tricks? It was unfortunate, but she always had to be prepared for the worst.

→𝙰 𝙷 𝚂 𝙾 𝙺 𝙰 𝚃 𝙰 𝙽 𝙾
| female | tagged; cupid |

“You and me both, Cupid.” Ahsoka commented in response to her soulmate’s huff about her feelings about the situation that the two of them were in, it certainly bothered Ahsoka too. What would the others think when they found that she had vanished? What would they assume? Surely, they would realise that it would be difficult for her to be stolen away from her bed? Considering the amount of people who would have been able to see it happen, someone must have seen something. How did the Matchmaker even take people? Was it some kind of teleportation device that they were using? Alternatively, was the Matchmaker some kind of powerful species that could relocate people without much trouble? Whatever it was, Ahsoka certainly wasn’t too comfortable knowing that the Matchmaker was likely going to be keeping a close eye on the different pairs of soulmates in the ‘game’. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She said politely, smiling at the other girl. Unsurprisingly, Cupid seemed confused when Ahsoka mentioned being a Padawan; she figured already that there was a high chance that she was unaware of the Jedi Order, but the Torgruta didn’t mind explaining if Cupid wanted to know, in fact, she was rather prideful of her rank as a Padawan, sure she hadn’t completely finished her training - she was nowhere near that point in her opinion - but it still showed that she was capable in battle. Praise often made her proud, too, and she was always ready to accept praise from people who were more powerful than her and from those she looked up to. “I’m training to be a Jedi,” She explained, pride rising in her chest as a smile grew on her face, “We study and use the Force,” She naturally assumed that Cupid would know of the Force, considering most people at least had a vague understanding of what the Force was. Ahsoka fell quiet when the other girl retreated back to her half of their bedroom probably to collect some items, Ahsoka assumed. She took this chance to stand up and properly explore her half of the room while Cupid was on her own side. The room looked rather fancy, but other than that there wasn't much that interested Ahsoka and made her want to inspect it but she still took her chances and searched through the wardrobe on her side of the room.

Hearing Cupid speak to her while peering over the curtain, Ahsoka bobbed her head in understanding, appreciating the other girl’s willingness to wait and cooperate and go with what time suited Ahsoka for when they began to move and explore the place where they found themselves. Ahsoka waited for a moment before walking to the curtain and pushing it open, smiling at Cupid and nodding, “I’m ready to get going!” She informed the other girl, turning to look at the door but not yet opening it in case Cupid needed to get her things together. Ahsoka looked at the weapon she held curiously, it looked like some kind of a long-range blaster, but the Padawan struggled to make sense of the tank of ink that Cupid also had. What use would liquid have in a place like this? But, of course, Ahsoka had to consider the fact that she might've been underestimating Cupid, there was the possibility that the liquid was harmful; corrosive perhaps? Either way, she was sure that her supposed soulmate knew what they were doing.

→𝙷 𝙰 𝙽 𝙰 𝚂 𝙾 𝙽 𝙶
| female | tagged; ren |

When Ren explained that he hadn’t been awake for long, Hana narrowed her eyes and frowned, clearly not convinced. She was aware that perhaps she was getting too harsh and paranoid, but she believed that her reasoning was good enough to justify her coldness towards the stranger. The national protector wasn’t used to being in a situation like this; waking up in a foreign place with a random guy she has never seen before. It was bad enough waking up somewhere that she didn’t recognise, but knowing that she was effectively sharing her room with somebody she had never met was certainly worsening the situation. Not to mention it was a guy she didn’t know which made her far more uncomfortable in her position. She didn’t comment on how she was unconvinced by what her supposed soulmate had said, though, considering she figured that she made that clear enough without words, instead she focused on what next was said. It was strange how he didn’t react poorly to her rudeness, not only did he show that he was hardly bothered by the situation that he was suddenly in but he also didn’t care much for rudeness? There were millions of possible reasons for his behaviour that were running through Hana’s mind, but the most concerning one was the possibility that, perhaps, Ren was used to the situation. Perhaps he was already part of it? Working alongside the Matchmaker? No, she was probably getting too ahead of herself with that assumption. Why would it only be her targeted, especially since the letter made it sound like there were more people that were taken away from their homes and placed in the sick game of soulmates and puzzles. For now, though, she would have to pay attention to what was being said; while there was a possibility of her partner betraying her, she realised that it may be best not to give him more reasons to dislike her. Besides, Ren had made a fair point about staying put being the better option than leaving, so Hana couldn’t really argue with that; she knew that if she was the first to wake up she would have probably waited for her partner to wake up too. She gave a curt nod of understanding but avoided saying anything else on the matter.

Hana’s eyes shifted down to her weapon when Ren gestured towards it and requested that she put it away, prompting her to hesitate slightly. Part of her wanted to go along with the polite request to try and build some form of trust between them, if she showed that she wasn’t going to be unnecessarily aggressive then it could reduce the chances of Ren being hostile later on. Then she had to consider the worst case scenario. If she agreed to follow the request and put away her weapon that would leave her vulnerable and at a disadvantage with nothing to defend herself with; she wasn’t at all strong physically, after all, due to only ever relying on her mech in battle and not her physical strength considering she was rarely out of her mech so if she was caught off-guard without her pistol she wouldn’t be able to put up much a fight. While that may have been the case, Ren hardly looked like he was particularly muscular, he was a pretty skinny guy especially compared to the type of people that Hana Song found herself fighting alongside; even Dae-Hyun looked more muscular than Ren did and the MEKA base’s mechanic wasn’t an especially large person. Even if her companion was not much of a threat to her while she was unarmed, there was still the risk of the two of them being attacked by anything, they would need to probably rely on their weapons unless Ren happened to be much stronger than he appeared, but Hana doubted that was going to be the case. She frowned and shook her head, “I don’t have anywhere to put it.” She explained, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, allowing her body to begin relaxing finally, her grip not as tight on her pistol but she was still prepared to use it if she needed to even though Ren had been making it clear that he meant her no harm so there was no need for her to be so on edge. Hopefully her explanation was good enough for Ren, though. Of course, Hana still did not was to put her gun away to leave herself defenseless but she understood that it could be taken the wrong way and prompt other people to be aggressive, but if she explained that she technically couldn’t put it away anywhere then hopefully she wouldn’t be asked to put it away again. The pilot suit was not the best, after all, and it was not geared towards battle outside of her mech. Typically, Hana kept her light pistol securely placed on the inside of the MEKA suit since she never really needed it while she was in the suit; it had no ammunition limits and the boosters offered mobility to get away from trouble if she needed it. The only times that Hana Song needed to take out her pistol and use it in battle was if she was ejecting from her MEKA suit and resorting to battle while just in her pilot suit. Usually, she never needed to be out of her MEKA for long, though, only needing to deal some damage while waiting on another suit to be sent down to her for her to use. While that was the case, though, she was still pretty capable in battle without her large mechanical suit to protect her as long as she stayed a safe distance away from the enemy to avoid being injured too badly. It wasn’t like anybody would know that she was harmed, though, the news often covered that up in case any of Korea’s enemies saw that the MEKA team were weak; the Gwishwin omnics in particular tended to try and attack when the national defenders were weak.

Look, I understand that this is probably all strange for you, but I’m in the same position. The other teenager had a fair point there, even though Hana was quick to make the assumption that he was somehow working alongside the Matchmaker, she dismissed that as just some crazy theory that came about because of her confusion and paranoia. If Ren meant her any harm, he probably could have hurt her while she was sleeping, but he didn’t do that, at least, so that made her feel slightly more comfortable around her new companion. She nodded slowly and sighed, lifting her free hand and rubbing the back of her neck while a frown began to tug at the ends of her lips, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She grumbled eventually, averting her gaze to look at Ren’s side of the room and avoid directly looking at him but she was quick to realise that it looked pretty much the same as her side. Once it was pointed out that the other teenager was unarmed, Hana quickly felt bad when she realised that she hadn’t even taken that into consideration. She was never the type to try and attack somebody who was unarmed, but she supposed that in the heat of the moment she must have been overreacting and was definitely overly aggressive considering how Ren had made no attempt to harm her beforehand. Calling him names and being aggressive at the first meeting was hardly going to paint her in a pleasant light. “Sorry.” The apology was quick, she was never fond of accepting when she was in the wrong, so she liked to avoid long apologies if she had the option to do so. Now that she had gotten her initial confusion out of the way, Hana was realising a lot of her mistakes with the first impression she had given; she instantly accused Ren of being a creep (although it didn’t seem like he was bothered by that, or perhaps he just didn’t understand - both of those seemed possible), she also went on to claim that he was being useless by sitting around doing nothing without even giving him a chance to explain himself. A horrible feeling had began building up in her chest at those thoughts, so she shook her head in order to clear them away from her mind; it was no use thinking about it, after all, she would just have to try and make an attempt to make it up to Ren, although he hardly seemed like the type of person so show if something had bothered him or not considering how calm he was in the situation. It surprised her when her so-called soulmate offered to work together so the both of them could get back to their homes quickly; she had been so sure that the impression that she made was going to make anybody want to leave her and go separate ways since she started off hostile and probably seeming uncooperative, but instead Ren was suggesting that they work together and saying that he could be of use in their situation. “Yeah,” Hana bobbed her head, agreeing to the plan, “You watch my back and I watch yours, that kind of thing should work.” Admittedly, while she was strong with strategizing in video games, the “shipping wars” that she found herself in had left her completely stumped and unsure what to do; she was never in a situation similar to it, after all, and hadn’t heard of many things that were similar, either, so there wasn’t much for her to rely on to help her figure out a plan of action. Besides, in battle she always had the rest of her team to communicate with an plan with in the heat of the moment, but she did not have them with her now so that was out of the question. She just had to hope that Ren was better at planning that she was.

She was caught by surprise when Ren blatantly told her to shoot him if she thought that was the best option. She knew nobody who would have said anything like that, nobody would ever risk it, either. The thing that interested Hana the most, though, was the fact that Ren had said that she could try to shoot him, which implied it was apparently difficult to do so. Her aim was good enough to hit someone stood still, she was sure, not to mention how he was quite close to her and she already had her light pistol in her hand. Nothing was really able to stop her from shooting him if she chose to do so, at least, she wasn’t aware of anything that could stop it, unless Ren happened to have something similar to her defence matrix but that was incredibly doubtful. The Matchmaker likely wouldn’t have stopped violent between soulmates either, they had basically encouraged betrayal between the soulmates; it was probably just entertaining if there was a fight between two people that were paired together. Not only did she now have no desire to shoot the other teenager, she also didn't want to risk it solely due to how confident he seemed when inviting her to shoot him if she wanted to. If she had decided to shoot him but somehow was stopped, then that would eliminate any chances of forming a trusting relationship between the two of them and even worse Ren could potentially turn against her once he knew for sure that she was willing to do the same. The star could not risk anything happening to her, her team needed her, her country needed her, she couldn’t get herself killed or stuck in a place like this. “I’m not going to try and shoot you.” D.Va huffed, “I just had my gun in case you were some creep who tried to hurt me. Because obviously that is something people might do here, according to that.” She commented, making a vague gesture towards one of the letters that the two of them had both received. It was at this point where she would make a remark along the lines of ‘I could have easily shot you, though, if I wanted to’ but the situation seemed to be a little too serious for joking about those kinds of things just yet, especially considering she was fully prepared to shoot him only a few minutes earlier. It wasn’t like Ren would give much of a reaction to a joke anyway, though, he hardly showed much emotion in the short amount of time that the two of them were interacting, it was certainly strange to be around a person like him; most people that Hana found herself among would be far louder and more expressive but a majority of the time those were were acts. She knew that she was often putting on a persona when it came to the public but the news also contributed to the D.Va that everyone knew and loved, she was competitive, egotistical, cheerful and never afraid to get in over her head and smack talk potentially dangerous opponents. She couldn’t help it, though, she just wanted to keep her fans happy; if they liked that D.Va then she would keep providing, she didn’t mind it much anyway, it was always a good feeling knowing that she was a people pleaser, her fanbase was one of the most important parts of her life, they had always been a positive and encouraging community coming from her days before E-Sports and before being a pilot. She sighed softly at the thoughts of the people back home as once again she worried about how they were getting on without her especially with the constant risk of the Gwishwin omnics attacking. She almost didn’t notice how Ren had been staring at her for a while, having been lost in her own thoughts until he quietly apologised for it. It was behaviour like that which made Hana believe that she was correct to accuse Ren of being a creep. She didn’t mention that though, of course, since she had made the mental promise to try and be nicer and more cooperative because they would need to at least tolerate each other if they were going to be working together.

→𝙼 𝙴 𝚁 𝚁 𝙸 𝙻 𝙻
| female | tagged; keith |

The Dalish Elf breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Keith didn’t react poorly to her suddenly coming up behind him, it was common for people to be quite spooked by strangers appearing seemingly out of nowhere, at least that was in Merrill’s experience with other people that lived in Kirkwall. It was slightly amusing how jumpy people could be, but then she had to remind herself that she was also quite a finicky person herself so she really wasn’t someone qualified to make comments on other people. “Oh good!” She exclaimed when the teenager confirmed that he was in fact Keith, that meant that Merrill had gotten the right person on her first go! Sure, it wasn’t an amazing achievement considering Keith was the only person nearby so was most likely the one she was looking for, but she was often more accident and mistake prone on a day to day basis, getting lost easily and getting people mixed up. “I was worried I bothered the wrong person there. I had a whole apology planned out in my head in case that happened! There’s no need to worry about it, though, since you are Keith!” It was still a bizarre name to pronounce and unlike any names she had ever heard of, but she didn’t want to make comments on his name in case it made her seem like a rude person. Merrill would hate to make a bad first impression on him, after all, especially if they were in a pair; that meant they would have to work together, after all. It was important to get along with your partners! Although, she supposed that wasn’t something that she was all too good at, Fenris and Anders still greatly disliked her no matter how friendly she tried to be with them, although she supposed the two of them had good reasons for not thinking very highly of her. Fenris had suffered hugely at the hands of Tevinter mages for his whole life so that obviously painted mages in general in a pretty poor light. He also found her rambling quite annoying, but Merrill was honestly trying to improve that! Anders, on the other hand, had no issues with mages considering he was one and he was always fighting for rights and freedom of mages but he looked down on blood magic and anything that involved dealing with demons. Merrill, being a blood mage herself, struggled to see what the issue was with practising the controversial magic; she was aware of the dangers of doing so, but she was always sure that she was safe and careful not to be deceived by demons. She shook her head. Now is not the time to get lost in your thoughts, Merrill! You have company! She mentally scolded herself, returning her attention to Keith, smiling brightly at him, tilting her head at his explanation of soulmates.

“People meant to be together? So like destiny? That is quite the funny concept! But it must be nice to know that you definitely belong with someone, that must mean they work well together!” Perhaps she hadn’t fully understood what he meant by people that were meant to be together, she simply assumed that it meant they worked well together. That made sense in the place full of puzzles and battles. The reference to her staff prompted a proud smile from the elf, “Ah yes! I’m quite good with magic, I think. And if it goes wrong I could always hit people with my staff! It’s like a big blunt sword!” She agreed cheerfully. Suddenly, Keith was off without much warning, walking down the hall - she should have expected that, though, since he prompted that she start walking with him by saying ‘lets go’ but Merrill was never the brightest person around. Gasping in surprise, the elf stumbled after the teenager, almost tripping over her own feet like she usually did but thankfully she caught herself on the wall before she embarrassed herself. That was a close one. When she was steady on her feet, the mage quickly followed after Keith, “Oooh! This is fun, don’t you think? Exploring a new place! Puzzles are fun too, but they can be a little bit challenging if they’re not explained to us well enough beforehand. Do you think the puzzles will be hard? What kind of people are we going to battle? Bandits, maybe? I’m fine with fighting bandits, they’re not so bad.” She rambled excitedly, partially to herself in case Keith wasn't interested in listening to the ramblings of a random elf he happened to be 'soulmates' with.

[Leaf_Blaze]

⚔ Fᴇʀɴ ⚔
male ✿ adventure time (canon) ✿ navy pair ✿ tagged: louis

The last thing Fern remembered was falling asleep under a tree, so he was a bit shocked when he felt cushions instead of grass beneath him. He rapidly sat up with wide eyes as he surveyed his surroundings. There was absolutely zero charm to his new surroundings. A plain white room with a plain white divider and a plain white bed with plain white sheets and a plain white nightstand with a plain white note- wait, note? Fern got off the bed and plucked the piece of paper off its resting place, tossing the blankets and sheets to the side rather haphazardly. His brows furrowed as the situation was explained to him. Not even a week old and he'd already been dimension-kidnapped. Great. And now really wasn't a good time for romantic stuff, he still had no idea who he was supposed to be. Maybe a special someone would help with that? The grass boy flipped over the note for any more information.

Turns out his supposed soulmate (did he even have a soul?) was either named "Navy Pairing" or "Louis". Both seemed like plausible names to Fern. "Welp. Time to meet the apparent love of my life with no grasp of who I am," he half-mumbled to himself as he slipped the note into his backpack. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, if anything. For all he knew, this was some elaborate trick. The teen opened to door to reveal...

A lump. Looks like Navy/Louis was still asleep. Fern made his way over to the lump very quietly, the only sound being the soft fwish-fwish-fwish of his grassy body. Now that he was right next to his supposed soulmate, the best course of action was obviously to softly poke their side to wake them up. And to make sure they were there and weren't just a bunch of bed sheets. So Fern did that and came into contact with what was probably flesh, judging by the way it moved. Sweet, an actual person! A small smile appeared on his face as he continued to stand over Navy/Louis, waiting for them to wake up.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| 15 | Female | DBZ | Red Pairing | Tags: Ri "Ian" Gyeol, others in the lounge
❝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜❞

At this moment, Arctica noted something strange about her companion. He'd mentioned prior that he was dead, sure, but aside from the semi-transparentness of his (corporeal? incorporeal?) form, he didn't seem very dead otherwise. Except that he seemed to hate life, but that wasn't necessarily a trait the shy frost demon associated with the undead. She glanced back at him to mouth her apology for swearing, only to find him quite nearly disappeared, though he came to at the sound of her voice. She watched in a confused, worried mix of emotions as the spirit collapsed onto the couch. Until now, she hadn't noticed how tired he seemed, as though he were fighting off the eternal sleep of death. Arctica couldn't help but feel sympathetic for him. Despite his near command that she go search for a door and his mention of others around, the pint-sized alien stuck by Ian's side, hesitating a moment before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Her skin was remarkably cool to the touch, but likely still warmer than the ghost boy's lacking flesh. "I'm o-okay for now," She remarked, pulling the hood of her jacket up over her horns to hide them, though it only succeeded really on causing the fabric cat ears to point out.

Arctica felt that Ian likely wouldn't appreciate her lingering around; he didn't strike her as the most social kind of person, but at the same time he looked like he needed a friend. Or rather, anybody willing to keep him company. "I'm sorry you d-d-don't like me..." She spoke after a few moments of silence, expecting Ian to lash out at her for touching him and hoping her apology would remedy the situation, at least enough to avoid angering the ghost. "B-But it's okay." Most of her other thoughts about the strange situation had faded to gnawing feelings in the back of her mind, but as she picked up voices from around the lounge, a few thoughts began to gnaw harder. A young girl and boy around her age entered on the opposite end towards the kitchen, and the frost demon noted two others somewhere out of her line of sight, and she didn't bother turning her head to look. It wasn't until another voice, far closer than she anticipated and with no energy to pair with it, caused her to jump. "You're a frost demon." Arctica's instant response was to pull Ian from his resting place on the couch and hide behind him, though his transparent body did little to mask her presence. She stared timidly through Ian's torso at the two newest arrivals into the lounge, hoping the ghost would speak first.

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【✦】| 15 | Male | BNHA | White Pairing | Tags: Clementine
❝𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗❞

The idea of a quirk seemed to only confuse Clementine, which in turn left Shoto confused further, to the point where the student began to grow mildly concerned. While being quirkless wasn't necessarily a handicap, the fact that she hadn't at least heard of them was cause for concern. Do they call quirks something else where she comes from? He couldn't shake her American accent still, but she couldn't be from there. At least, no civil part of the country. More question stewed in the boy's mind as he followed behind Clementine. He was on guard, but with how tense his companion was, she seemed intent on keeping eyes and ears open for the both of them. As they ventured further down the hall, she stopped and directed Totoroki's attention to a door, which looked out of place compared to the others. He'd begun to reach for the knob to open it, turning it lightly to make the door ajar before retreating. Clementine pushed the door open swiftly and entered, gun first, but instantly sounded lost for words. The UA student followed in her steps, unsure why she seemed so dumbfounded. She answered his question before he could voice it. "Have you ever seen so much food since it started, Shoto?"

"It?" He asked instead, taking an item from one of the shelves and looking it over. It seemed rather ordinary to him. "I'm not sure what you mean," Shoto admitted. The only big "it" he could think of was the appearance of quirks, but that was decades ago. Now more than 80% of humans had some kind of quirk, which made it only even stranger to consider not only did Clementine possibly not have one, but she may have never heard of them. "I didn't get a chance to answer before, but your quirk is your..." He paused, deciding "superpower" may sound a bit too strange to someone who didn't have any prior knowledge on the subject. "...I can't think of how else to describe it. Mine is called half-hot, half-cold." He raised his right hand and the air grew noticeably chilly, with ice crystals forming on the canned food item he held in it. "I can create ice from my right side and fire from my left. Most humans have some kind of ability like this, which is why I asked what yours was. It's rare to meet anyone without a quirk." Totoroki explained.

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【✦】| 1000+ | Male | DBS | Teal Pairing | Tags: Bayonetta, others in the lounge
❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎❞

Only a few minutes had passed since their first interaction, and Hit began to tire of Cereza's playful snipes. In the face of it all he kept a stoic posture, unfazed by each comment she'd thrown his way thus far; if it bothered him, the assassin certainly didn't show it. His partner examined the glass window overlooking the outside, and a brief change in her body language told Hit before she confirmed it herself that it was no ordinary glass. Enchanted most likely, considering she's a witch. Magic wasn't something Hit could detect himself, and if the window did bear some kind of enchantment, even his strongest attacks would do little damage. He chose instead to reserve his strength, acknowledging Cereza's statement silently. He kept the witch in his peripheral vision as he passed her, gauging the empty hall with caution before entering it fully. His senses didn't become any less clouded outside the room, but from where he stood in the hall, he definitely noted some of the adjacent rooms were occupied. He noted those to his companion, his voice dropping in volume but somehow keeping its strength. "We're not alone." Hit counted off the occupied rooms. "Be on guard." To the untrained eye, the assassin himself looked to be almost casual in the situation, eyes closed and hands resting in his pockets as he walked. On the other hand, his steps were nearly silent and his movements were calculated and precise, Hit relying on other senses to better gauge the area outside of his line of sight.

Just as quickly, the energies present in adjacent rooms faded as they passed, this strange place clouding his ability to sense energy. No more doors were seen further down the hallway, and the pristinely lit path gave no mention of any potential hideaways or secrets. For a moment, Hit could sense nothing beyond his own repressed energy signature, Cereza's, and whatever creature existed through her. The instant this changed, the assassin came to a quiet halt. He noted five total ahead, but with clearer senses, he noted something curiously new. One energy stood out, far more powerful than the others, but another sensation caused tense muscles to relax ever so slightly. He kept his guard up nonetheless. "There's children." His tone advised caution, though in a different manner than before. "I count three, and two adults." At once Hit began his light stepped approach, and as he and his "soulmate" entered into the lounge, he made one final deduction a moment too late. The powerful energy he sensed prior belonged to a species he recognized. "You're a frost demon."

[SilverWing13]

K o k i c h i O u m a

Kokichi resists the urge to tense up as Yamato's fairly large hand falls onto his shoulder for a few seconds, murmuring the signal to go. The football player moves past the young boy, and he breathes out a weary breath. To someone else, this paranoia would seem weird, or just off. But in the supreme leader's eye's, his behavior was perfectly valid. But he would never say why. Why would he? Kokichi struggles for a second to leave the spot he was rooted, but his body allows him to move despite the inner turmoil he felt in that moment. The supreme leader follows Takeru from a lengthy distance, putting his hands above his head out of habit. He walks with his soulmate down the very long hallway, in his own way. I swear if we have to work with other people... He ends this thought before he started cursing. But Kokichi's head perks up a few seconds after this, and he grins to himself. I'll just annoy the crap out of people who get too close for comfort. He thinks giddily. The purple-haired boy pushes away unwanted suspicions with just this silly thought, Seeming to be in a much lighter mood because of this.

That's when Takeru started to pick up the pace in a rather fast jog. Due to Kokichi's rather childish and flamboyant exterior, it was known to quite a few people that he ended up challenging the ultimate maid to a game of tag. He won that game of tag, that's what he would always tell everyone. Kokichi jogs along with Takeru, still keeping his distance as the two boys made their way into the lounge. The supreme leader takes in the space with a keen eye. It was a little too spacious for the effect of hospitality to him. But that's how he felt about every hotel lounge he had ever been in thus far. Theres a few other pairs here, it seems. That sucks... I wanted to be able to explore by myself without people keeping tabs on me. Kokichi thought bitterly. One of the women in the lounge attracted the supreme leader's attention for reasons unknown to himself. The woman he found some form of interest in was of tall stature. She had raven black hair in the style of a pixie cut, black-rimmed glasses, and a peculiar outfit that he couldn't really put into words. It looked as if most of it was made of latex, and then covered by a feathery overdress, accompanied by a leather chest piece and a large button. What may have attracted the supreme leader's attention is the four guns that she dawned.

That's right, the woman had two guns attached to her wrist, then one on each of her heels. Kokichi looks away from the raven-haired woman upon hearing Takeru speak. Talk to other pairs? I mean, its better to know the objectives of others, although I'm pretty sure I already know what that might be. He thinks. "Yeah, lets do that." Kokichi says.

[Siki]

♥♥♥♥ Cupid ♥♥♥♥ →♥ Splatoon ♥←♥♥♥♥ Inkling ♥♥♥♥ →♥ Lavender Pair ♥← ♥♥♥♥ Tags: Ahsoka ♥♥♥♥

Cupid opened her eyes looking at her soulmate nodding a little then noticed her giving Cupid a confused look on what she was wearing and holding, her ink tank and scoped splat charger. This confirmed her theory that Ahsoka isn’t really from her world since she overheard her while walking away to her part of the room that she is a ‘Jedi’ and they use the ‘Force’. She have never heard the first word though definitely force, Cupid heard that a lot in battles, but Ahsoka might talking about a different kind of force. ‘Force your way into winning the battle’ is the most common thing she heard, it annoys her a bit. Getting up, she stretched a bit with her arms to warm up a bit so she doesn’t get too slow on readying and firing her weapon then looked at Ahsoka. “Before we go I noticed you were giving me an odd look of what I am carrying. This right here,” Cupid pointing at her already full magenta coloured ink in her tank. “Is a ink tank. We inklings need this kind of equipment to fire our weapons which in case for me is my scoped splat charger.” She then pointed at her weapon then continued. “This is my favourite weapon out there, I can be vulnerable at times when I can’t see enemies or impending danger that is near me.” Cupid placed a hand on her chin as if in thought. “Might I ask what this ‘force’ and ‘Jedi’ is? I have heard that word, force, before but how you said it made me think that you have a different definition of that particular word. But you can talk to me about it when we explore this place.” She walked up to the door opening it. Cupid peeked out to see if anyone was out there in the hallway, enemy or friend you still have to be cautious because of the situation they are both in. Her attention was caught when she saw that there were doors in the hallway, couple of them stretching out, meaning they are others here in this building.

Cupid let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness they weren’t alone in this stupid love matchmaking situation right now. She motioned her soulmate to come out of the room with a hand gesture. The inkling girl then spotted two figures moving though they were in safe distance away from her but she couldn’t make it what they were. “Hey we should check those guys out and ask if they know about this place? But we got to be ready to fight in case they attack us out of the blue.” Cupid suggested pointing at the figures who were now walking to somewhere. “Or we can check out the other rooms but that would be rude of us to barge in with no given permission doing so.” She hummed quietly to herself waiting for her partner’s answer.

►►►► Virion ◄◄◄◄ ▲ Splatoon▲ ►►►► Inkling ◄◄◄◄ ▲ Gold Pair▲ ►►►► Tags: Fierce Deity ◄◄◄◄

Virion was doing his usual hang about in Inkopolis Square chatting with others after a good battle. As the sun went down the group said their goodbyes and goodnight to each other, Virion headed home walking in busy streets carrying a bag that has his weapons inside. As he arrived home he went to his room quietly not to disturb his roommate, Virion opened the door tossing his bag on the side of his bed and gently placing his inktank right beside it. He took off his shoes then leaped on his bed covering himself with blankets he then realized he still had his jacket on though he was too comfy and tired to even bother removing it. Closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep.

Virion didn't want to wake up despite that he might be late for a battle or two though he didn't realize that he was in someplace different. Took him a few minutes for the realization to hit him that he wasn't on his usual bed, Virion got up fast and was on the bed standing on it. He looked around as panic settled in slowly. "No! No! I better not be alone!" The inkling boy said to himself then spotted a letter on the nightstand, maybe that letter has to do something about the situation he is in. Jumping off the bed he walked up to the nightstand and grabbed the letter though it was troubling for him since he was trembling in fear. Reading it made him relax a bit, and a bit scared despite the situation he is in, but he had to admit he didn't think he would have a soulmate at all or ever. Flipping it over he saw his soulmates name, "Fierce Deity". He never seen that name before but by the looks of it the name sounds already cool so they must be cool as well.

Looking at his room he saw the room divider which is the curtains making him realize that in the other side of the curtains must be his soulmate in there. Virion was tempted to go up and walk over there and say hello to his soulmate but he decided against it since they might be asleep right now so its best not to disturb them. Might give a Virion a bad look invading someone's space so the best thing to do is just wait until Fierce Deity to greet themselves over on his side.