[closed] a moon shaped pool

[metafictions]

Who ⬤ Kamui and friends
What ⬤ (eric andre voice) nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare
When ⬤ throughout June
Where ⬤ out and about, sometimes at 7/11
Content Warnings ⬤ Violence, unreality, death, gore & eye horror; possible mentions of past child abuse, suicide. Also, Travis Touchdown.
Notes ⬤ they won't do much for this event because uh CURSE but check out Kamui's criminal power permissions; plotting post here if you're interested in a starter.

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[killtime]

[ When she hesitates, it's not because she gives a damn about Travis Touchdown — or whatever version of him has been summoned from all the fucking cursed energy that's been unleashed with the blood rain. She'd kill that phantasm in a heartbeat. Hell, given the right circumstances, she probably wouldn't think twice about drawing her sword against the real thing either. The fighting is easy. It's not that she's worried about.

No, it's Kamui she looks at — and when he draws that familiar gun, it feels like permission. She steels herself. Sure, they'll show this motherfucker a good time.

Andy doesn't even have to ask if he'll have her back. She knows he will. Just like before. So she just moves — and she moves like she was made for it, like she doesn't even think about what comes next. It's muscle memory and battle instinct that's been honed over centuries — and likely the only real advantage she has when her weapon is so outclassed. She can't clash with "Travis" directly — but she can dodge his swings, her black hair whipping behind her as she twists out of the way. When she lunges to counter, she takes the risk of pressing in close, aiming to strike where it would be hard to block, her blade gleaming in the low light as she thrusts the sharp tip at the doppelgänger's sword hand. ]