HokumPocus

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

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ELIF

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Elif knew the mechanisms of the human body well from years of idly staring at whatever medical documents happened to be near. The way muscles pulled and tightened on the inside was always covered by a thick layer of skin, discoverable only by thorough research. The titan´s head that peered over the wall disgusted her. It was a perversion of the human body, a network of exposed ligaments and tissue. Its appearance gave her the impression of being grotesque just by existing, being shameless and exposed. Elif´s mind was quick to register the titan but slow to act. How else would one process the worst possible outcome happening right in front of them?

She ran with total abandon. The screaming was unlike anything she had ever heard before, more pained than any surgery she had ever witnessed. It was even worse when it would come to a halt, as it could only mean that the source had been stopped. Elif´s screams joined the rest of the stampede´s and she took off sprinting away from the vile titan. It was made frustrating by having to halt every few seconds in order to avoid crashing into another panicked villager, all while having to run around boulders that were once part of the wall. Even the occasional domestic animal blocked her path in the midst of its own run for survival.

A multitude of thoughts raced throughout her head, but the most prominent one was needing to find her father. He had no way to defend them and was about to be overrun with patients, but she felt that they had to be together if they wanted to survive. The streets that she had spent so long calling home were now a frantic and constantly changing volley of information that her brain struggled to comprehend. She made out stores and landmarks that seemed more recognizable than others and ran towards them in the hopes of eventually reaching her destination. Her hurried mind reasoned that this was a more rational plan than choosing a route and sticking to it. The dread that gnawed on her insides grew more and more with each little store that she had managed to reach, and intensified at the sight of a stall she had known for years reduced to nothing more than a crater. Still, she had to go on.

The Five Senses

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Octavio stood stiff and alert, ear pressed against the inn´s walls. He managed to find the silver lining of staying at questionable inns, and it was how thin their walls were. A muffled yet very loud voice cried out that they were surrounded and had to step outside.

He was understandably hesitant to bolt out of his room during such a dangerous time, and had opted to wait just a bit more. Lynx watched him motionlessly with a facial expression that communicated the feeling of “I´m bored and waiting for orders.” Their eyes met and Octavio placed an index finger to his lips as a warning. The door responded to his exaggerated movements by creaking loudly. Octavio had managed to find another downside to staying at questionable inns, and it was how terrible the doors were.

As soon as the duo stepped outside they ran for it. The other members of their hastily formed party had no problem with having lengthy conversations and mental breakdowns, so Octavio reasoned that dashing towards them was an acceptable course of action. That, and the place was on fire, which tends to be a characteristic of places that you don´t want to be in.

He greeted them by clasping his hands together and spreading them far and wide in questionable joy. “Do not fear, my allies. I have been awake, planning for our escape with my cute and clever familiar! And it just so happens that I can use illusion magic!” He may or may not have embellished the act of hiding and waiting, and he may or may not have been hoping that people wouldn´t come to the realization that he would have only known about their plan had he actively been eavesdropping. Today was full of discoveries it seemed, as Octavio discovered that the silver lining of things being on fire was that it made for no one asking too many questions!

Of course, it was important to note that his illusion magic was suited for deceiving rich people and taking their belongings and not whatever it was that was happening right now, but being useless in a life or death situation was the fastest way to stop being surrounded by meat shields. He wanted to be useful, but had no idea what plans they had concocted and settled on keeping things vague and safe.

The Five Senses

Sorry for my absence, ill start working on a post soon!

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

“Ah… right… Houstank! Houstank…” Hector´s once neat surroundings became a flurry of off-white paper as he struggled to find what he wanted. He picked a very colorful and slim brochure from a pile and unfolded it with pride.

“Alright!” shouted Hector as he began to read the pamphlet out loud with honor, wanting to pick out the most exciting bits to hype them up before handing it to them. “Greetings visitor and welcome to Houstank the world´s only industrial septic tank turned city…” His eyes were jittery with both nervousness and trying to find anything positive.

“...bask in the humid and wonderful temperatures that our amazing city has to offer and enjoy your favorite meat platters without asking any questions as to their source and…”

“…voted on by readers of Kalosian Tourism Weekly as Kasparc´s sixth most pleasant place to get stabbed in… uhm…”

Despite its questionable reputation, Houstank had been frequently described by locals as Slopadelphia's better, more stable sibling. It was a step above the more rustic territories that surrounded it and the residents claimed that the humidity was good for your skin provided you popped the occasional refresh tablet to keep toxicity at bay. Close to the city were various junkyards infamous for housing several of Kasparc's numerous gangs that were just starting out and didn't have enough money to terrorize New Pork.

Despite being several years older than the trio, Hector suddenly appeared to look much smaller and meeker. “Well, no matter what this pamphlet says I'm confident that your journey will be safe and sound as long as you follow the rules.” Hector turned to the side, brochure held in a death grip.

“And as long as you avoid… them.”

The final word of his sentence had an edge to it. A warning tinged with fear. Hector´s face hardened and recovered whatever roughness it had lost in the past few hours of bickering with teenagers and the elderly. “It´s not on your map, but near that city is a bad, bad place that you should stay away from. No one trusts each other enough to give a good report on how it looks like or what´s in there, but if during your travels you see anything too clean, run.”

"...And as for the pokemon that you'll encounter, Houstank has an abundance of poison types. There are steel types too in the junkyards, but you shouldn't go there at all!" The warning was meant for the whole group, but he stared at Harland and only Harland out of anticipating his reckless behavior.

Rat!!!

DID SOMEONE SAY RATS????????????????????

I FUCKING LOVE RATS

WELCOME TO THE GUILD RAT FAN

The Five Senses

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Lynx pounced on Octavio in one swift motion and stared down at the sleeping man with impatience. The familiar had gotten used to being placed in ridiculously dangerous situations by his partner and was gazing at the distorting reality around him in an inappropriately irritated manner. Octavio´s questionable shenanigans had molded him into a light sleeper, so he woke up quickly and silently. Well, that, and he knew that the familiar wouldn´t hesitate to use his teeth in case he decided on an extra five minutes.

Octavio was spared an explanation for what was happening out of it being very obvious. The room they were staying in had no windows and it was hard to understand what was happening outside, though they could certainly hear it. A variety of manmade noises happening outside of the building, none of them good, and plenty of banging noises on the inside as well.

“Well, there´s only one thing to do in this case.” said Octavio quietly. Nobody else would hear him even if he shouted out his words, but the man insisted on going all the way now that they were officially in a hostile situation. He put on the more extravagant pieces of clothing he had taken off prior to sleeping and began stretching in preparation of the absolute madness that was happening outside of his room´s walls.

Both of them were observing the distortions around them, until a loud and sudden explosion went off near them. Someone in another room.

“An assassination? Was that what just happened?” remarked Octavio casually.

Lynx stopped licking his paw and held it in the air for a moment to respond with an equal amount of nonchalance. “Could it be the seed that Gin mentioned? Someone deciding they want to get rid of us before we even get a chance to stop them.” He resumed grooming himself.

“Well my dear companion,” said Octavio, hand to his chin in contemplation, “we´ll just have to bide our time until the outside calms down. And then we´ll maybe, probably, start looting!”

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

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ELIF

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“Huh?! What do you mean the bread hasn´t cooled off yet?” said Elif, taking no measures to hide the major disappointment in her voice. The large woman running the bakery let out a dramatic sigh and adjusted her glasses, too busy with paperwork to even glance at the rambunctious teenager in front of her. “Come back in half an hour.”

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Elif leaned on the side of a wooden fence, letting the soft green grass be her dining table for the occasion. In the end she had simply opted to purchase a small cake. Her father would no doubt begin a lecture on proper nutrition if he saw what she had purchased instead of the usual morning bread roll. He was always tucked away in his infirmary and neither of them could cook, so Elif knew most of the nearby dining spots by heart. And of course, years of her barging in meant that some of them knew her too.

She was unhappy with a lot of things in her life and frequently felt unsatisfied with the lack of freedom she had despite living fairly independently. One thing that had never ceased to stop pleasing her, however, was the sight of the great blue sky above her. Elif couldn´t fathom why people would ever choose to eat indoors when such scenery existed. She ate her cake in silence, pleased with another regular day passing its course.

Elif licked her fingers of whatever traces of sugar remained and began idly heading off to the Shinganshina market district. She had already helped her father set things up in the morning and figured that she probably had a bit more time to kill before having to head back. Her thoughts were abuzz with the impulses that tended to happen when exposed so frequently to the markets. Maybe she´d buy another novel, or perhaps she´d check if that headband she wanted was still for sale. These were all interrupted by the resounding cry of the return of the survey corps. If there was one personality trait that Elif could be solely defined by, it would be overwhelming curiosity. She quickly made her way towards the source of the voice, eager for answers.

Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

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Nikolai began to swim around and establish a consistent rhythm with his body movements. This wasn´t like overseeing construction at all. His old job involved hard numbers and no room for mistakes, but diving? There was a certain degree of looseness that you had to adopt, something that quickly began to incite curiosity within him in its novelty. You couldn´t move around by just kicking like a brute, but rather, you had to adapt to nature. It was the total opposite of what he had spent the last several years getting paid to do.

The sense of wonder drained from his body as soon as he saw his diving partner´s PDA. Right, I forgot. His subtle expression of sheepishness was obscured by both his gear and their distance. For a brief moment in time he was starting to get used to this instead of prioritizing escape, which caused a bit of internal scolding. The diver spoke to his partner, eyes zoned in completely on the rapid bursts of information his PDA was spitting out in the flora tabs.

“The plant life here seems diverse enough to probably host a couple of edible materials, so…” Nikolai´s observation was cut off by Natsumi´s encounter with a strange sea creature. It was significantly larger than the schools of skittish fish and had a very bloated, almost diseased appearance. Even more surprising was the distance that now lay between both divers. Nikolai realized just how easy it was for them to lose sight of each other should they decide to hand too much control over to the currents. These were the “safe shallows” so splitting up would presumably be alright, but what about when they’d set foot into another area? Nikolai wanted to bite his lip, feeling both determination and goosebumps hit his body in waves. We´ll get better equipment.

Nikolai swam towards Natsumi and the creature in calm yet forced movements, like a rusted machine. He was aware of this but didn´t care, as he´d get used to swimming around with enough time and experience. There I go again, getting used to this. Natsumi spoke through a radio, and luckily they were close enough for her voice to go through so cleanly. "It might take us some time to gather the needed materials to repair the lifepod. I think we should explore the area and gather what we can, for now. The locker had some nutrient blocks and filtered water, but I doubt it will last us long. What do you think?" Nikolai awkwardly swiveled his body to face her as she spoke. None of the standard rules surrounding conversation really applied when underwater and facing the constant threat of danger, but he did it anyways.

“Having a reliable water supply should be the first priority if we want to live, so that, probably.” replied Nikolai. He was lost in his thoughts and his last words came out listlessly. It was a bad habit of his. The bookworm was in his own world now, the world of numbers and charts and graphs. Different crafting recipes entered his mind and were looked at from angle to angle before being discarded and replaced by others. Anything that caught his eye required tools and materials that they didn´t have.

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Hugo paused as Amari asked to help him with gearing up. He reflexively began to decline the offer while one of his arms reached around his back. With his bulkier build he had a bit of trouble and blurted out a sheepish “That would help!” before turning around.

The man thought about the current state of affairs for a while. He was stranded with one other person, so was there really a need to continue using his brother´s name? His brother… He thought about what the real Rafael was thinking back at home. His injured brother who had allowed Hugo to swap places with him, now assuming that he had died along with the rest of the crew. He let out a large sigh and tried not to let it affect him too much.

Amari looked trustworthy enough and no one was really around, but he didn´t feel comfortable enough yet. There were more important things to worry about at the moment, such as not even having a space to live in. Sure, the escape pod technically counted, but the mechanic spirit within him was itching to repair every last crackling piece of machinery and fix it from the ground up. Even the littlest of the bumps and smudges that unevenly decorated the pod´s cramped walls found a way to annoy him and were registered in his repair hit list.

Hugo rolled his shoulders and stared at a particularly damaged piece of hardware. “You know… back when I worked as a regular employee in this place, even the tiniest mistake would be bad. Most of the work is left to machines, but they don´t make mistakes, so having them as coworkers was hard.” A large grin began to spread across his rough face. “What I am trying to say is, look at this place! Ahaha! Could you imagine calling something like this home?” he asked, laughing heartily. “First thing I have to do after exploring around is clean this place.” The average person would´ve used a word like “dump” to describe the escape pod, but Hugo was the overly respectful type and settled on the ever so neutral “place” to describe what now separated them from a million miles and more of dark blue.

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

KokoA // Tanaka Tsubasa // 田中 翼

Basic Info

Ko-Ko-A for your Ko-Ko-RO!~ Sweeten your heart with Kokoa!❤

Eh?! The interview already started?!

Uwahh!!... Kokoa-chan is embarrassed… To think that she´s going to high school starting tomorrow… it makes her heart beat passionately~

Ah, you see❤, Kokoa-chan may be a popular idol, but deep down she´s also an ordinary girl, I promise!, Please take good care of her from now on, alright?♫ Ehe~

Stage name: KokoA

Name: Tanaka Tsubasa 田中 翼

Age: Fifteen years old

Birthday: February 11

Height: 156 cm

Blood Type: B

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown, blue eye contacts

Seiyuu: Harada Hitomi
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Description

Asking Kokoa-chan to describe herself is a little hard~ but... being an idol is all about expressing your true feelings, right? Kokoa-chan will do her best, so please support her! Magic Kokoa kiss! chuu~❤

Physique: Very slim with almost no muscle whatsoever. She puts a lot of effort into skincare and avoids the sun like the plague.

Outfit:

-School: Girl´s uniform with the skirt as short as it can be without being reprimanded for it. Tailored to fit snugly against her body for a more fashionable appearance.

-Casual: Kokoa's extensively coordinated outfits are topped off with a visually overwhelming assortment of accessories and frills.

-Shoes: Form over function heeled shoes.

Personality: ESFJ

Tanaka Tsubasa is an overly competitive and ambitious workaholic who is never satisfied with staying put. When dressed as Kokoa, Tsubasa acts in an overly saccharine and cute manner. Tsubasa believes that she lacks the natural charm her mother had during her days of being an idol and has resorted to viewing the idol world through a scientific lens to figure what to do and how to act. She spends hours researching current trends and puts her conclusions to use in competing in the music industry.

This approach to becoming famous doesn't mean that she dislikes her job, she just thinks that this is the best possible way to achieve her goals. She genuinely enjoys being cute.

The occasional quirk exclusive to her true self might unintentionally slip out from time to time much to her dismay. This is especially prone to happening when competition is involved.

Likes: Shopping, winning, attention, simple math, makeup, social media

Dislikes: Unpredictability, parental visits, physical exercise, getting wet, studying

Backstory: Born to one of Japan´s most loved idols, Tsubasa was instilled with an overly ambitious attitude since birth. With a forgettable appearance and a lack of socialization skills however, young Tsubasa´s fifteen minutes of fame evaporated quickly and left the entire family forgotten by the Japanese public outside of hardcore idol fans, as these events took place many years after her mother´s retirement.

Tsubasa's parents were always supportive of her and never presented working in the entertainment industry as a career option. This angered her as she perceived their mellow attitude as faithlessness and distrust. She set out to make a name for herself in the idol industry no matter what and eventually succeeded. Tsubasa's parents have allowed her to live in an apartment by herself, although they chose one that was close to their house and insist on constant check-ups.

Personal

Phone: An overdecorated AU KDDI Sony SOV34 Xperia XZ.

Occupation: Idol, her parents keep most of the money.

Theme song:

Puwa Puwa-O!

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

Her identity is 100% public and she will be very obnoxious about it

She´ll occasionally miss a school day here or there but it won´t be too frequent, most of her work is planned on either sundays or late times