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　　 Perhaps one day, Sinbad will sate his curiosity surrounding the strange people of this and every world, and their strange behaviors. Perhaps that day will come when he has traveled across the seven seas and visited every corner of the globe, thus gaining a wealth of practical knowledge. Today, however, is not that day, as he finds himself regarding a bold stranger with a confidence he’s not yet seen in anyone who isn’t royalty.

　　 “A pharaoh?” It isn’t a word he knows, either through use in common language or in any of the countries he’s visited.... yet if it coincides with those who have powerful auras... perhaps this could be a learning opportunity. “I might be,” he says slyly. “You’re not wrong about my aura, but I’m not familiar with that word. What does it mean?”

          There aren’t many that elicit such a strong aura. But when Ozymandias passes by this boy, it’s plain to see that he’s not just part of the common folk. No one has caught his attention like this, nor caused him to pause where he stands. He’s reminded of himself, in that which this boy could possibly be someone great, a leader much like himself. It’d be a wasted opportunity to not engage him. So Ozymandias turns on his heel and reaches forward to grab the other by the shoulder, jerking him back.

          “How interesting that you seem to have such a powerful aura…tell me, are you a pharaoh as well, boy?”

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　　 Just as some people have a need for solitude, so too is there a need for privacy. This is something Sinbad understands, as it is vastly unwise to reveal your hand to everyone you meet. In the interest of keeping secrets and maintaining a certain level of privacy, one must sometimes lie, and this, too, he accepts. Thus it is not the lie that bothers him, but the fact that she does so without a discernible reason.

　　 Even in confusion, his eyes remain shining. They dull not for a moment, nor does any other part of him as he considers what he might have missed. In the end, he simply affixes her with a curious look and extends his arm a little farther, as if she might change her mind if she feels his warmth still clinging to his sleeves. “Are you sure? It’s no trouble, really. I’ve gotten used to the cold.” And so he had back in Imuchakk, when he was forced to either endure it or leave - but this is not Imuchakk and he is in no danger of freezing to death here and now.

   She escapes. Or Ava tries. This city only ever feels more and more crowded the longer she stays there, and she hates it. Her loneliness eats her alive, and yet it is also the time she feels comfortable. Crowds of people with harsh voices and judging eyes remind her of who she really is, and so she cowers more often then not. Maybe it was for the best that after the incident she disappeared. People would forget in time, the Hive would move on till tragedy struck again.

   Till then, she wanted to be left to her own devices. One other person is on the beach with her, but it is easy enough to ignore them. However, her anxiety spikes as they got closer and closer, till finally they speak to her. The man, looking maybe a little older then herself, shrugs off his jacket and offers it to her. Ava only stares. It is cold, and it is painful. As though every gust of wind hits her with tiny needles in her skin. But she does not reach out and take his coat.

   “… Thank you, but I don’t need it.” A polite lie, but it was for the best.

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　　 That the other seems not to have heard of the mighty Valefor hardly comes as a surprise. It is not likely that all, or even most, of a given species would know one another... and it seems even less likely that there would be two djinns so similar to one another. The three he’s met have been so wildly different - is that not for a reason? It is a question for the next djinn he meets (the next djinn he masters), should he remember.

　　 “Ah, well... Valefor is also a big, blue wolf. You look incredibly alike from a distance! Up close, though... nah, you don’t have that same stern look that he has.” In the back of his mind, he thinks this isn’t the face of someone who would threaten to imprison a bunch of children in a dungeon for life - but he might have said the same of Valefor or even Zepar at first.

At the moment, Talbain seemed to be reading something, wagging his big tail. It looked like a large screen that displayed a map of the city, its districts, and other things. Usually, the wolf would have no need for such directions and use his instincts, but now he has to adapt if he wants to survive. He had to understand his new home no matter what. Though, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be poked at least once for standing out…

His ears twitch, which made him sure it was in his direction; but unsure what the man meant by Valefor. His head turns to both face and hear him out. “Rrrn? Sorry, but I do not know such a person. How would they relate to me?”

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The very mention of the ocean pushes everything else from his mind. No deserts, no lost memories - nothing. It’s hard to compete with a man’s first love.

[ TEXT ] !!!!!!!!!!!!!! really?? [ TEXT ] i am a sailor, you know. [ TEXT ] we should go sailing! i’ll find a boat. somehow. [ TEXT ] i haven’t been on the water in aaaaaages. it’s been way too long.

TO: Sinbad. FROM: Dirk.

[ TEXT ] Oh yeah? [ TEXT ] I heard that you don’t carry memories from this place if you happen to go back to your own world, so that makes sense.

It wasn’t something you liked to think about.

[ TEXT ] I haven’t. [ TEXT ] Seems too dry for me. I sort of like the ocean more. [ TEXT ] Not bad, though.  [ TEXT ] I’ve been here this whole time, yeah. [ TEXT ] I’ve actually been in the city for almost a year now, I think?

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1 :               bold the ones that apply to your muse. REPOST, don’t reblog.

tagged by: @headmastering tagging: e v e r y o n e

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, //  Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me,  // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history // Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // Remember me when I am gone away, // I met a traveler from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // When we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  Death be not proud, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // Is there anybody there? said the Traveller //  Nobody heard him, the dead man,  // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, // If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time, // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense // Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break // She walks in beauty like the night, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands. // don’t get me wrong oblivion //  Have you considered that maybe I am not pleasant? // pity this busy monster, // She wanted to be a blade // you shall above all things be glad and young. // I’m wearied of wearying love, my friend,

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Have some nasa peepo

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　　 Precious little surprise comes forth when Sinbad realizes he’s disturbed a passerby. Were the circumstances different, he certainly would have apologized; it was far from his intention to bother anyone. As it is, the man’s rudeness pushes the very notion of an apology away from the forefront of his mind.

　　 “I probably could,” he begins, “but then I might never figure out the pattern behind the movement of these buildings. I don’t suppose you have idea what it might be?”

     Some were just prone to being unnecessarily loud, weren’t they? The thought would be the first to reach his mind, upon hearing the voice that interrupted what had already been a precarious silence in the midst of bustling surroundings. This just happened to be worse in this city, as he’d found out— and he’d yet to avoid the annoyance to come with it every time.

     The CEO needed only glance to his left to find the owner of said exclamations, slumping onto a bench not far from where he sat. Yet whatever silence managed to elapse during the next seconds was again interrupted, thus prompting a curt question laced in an impassive tone.

     ❝  Can’t you be dramatic somewhere else?  ❞  

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　 　 ⊰ ♔ @generaladvisorywarning ⊱

　　 Home.

　　 Quite some time has passed since Sinbad has attached the notion of home to a physical places. For years now, home has been not where he hangs his coat at night, but the people who rush to greet him when he does. Home is found in the warm smiles of his friends and allies... the future citizens of the great nation he aims to build, whom he might one day come to know as family.

　　 Home is not Parthevia, nor is it Reim or Balbadd. Home is Sindria Trading Company, and so it was even before they had a physical base of operations. Home is Rurumu and Hinahoho, Mystras and Parsine, Masrur and Sharrkan... and before the lot of them, home is and has been Ja’far. When he arrives on the doorstep of the Sindria Trading Company, it is not the building he returns to, nor is it the company itself; it is Ja’far, plain and simple.

　　 “...Ja’far? Are you here?”

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　 　 ⊰ ♔ @thewrathwithin ⊱

　　 Solitude is difficult to come by in a place such as this. For some, like Sinbad, it is a blessing; the idea that he may never have to be alone with his thoughts is one he warms to quickly. For others, it is a curse. It is something Sinbad cannot yet grasp, though he hopes he will come to understand it over time. Indeed, it is due in part to the lack of understanding that he reaches out to the only other person on the beach.

　　 Fairness allows that it is more chivalry and concern than curiosity which prompts him to approach her. She is small, and smaller still when she draws her arms toward her body, pulling them in and her shoulders forward as if in an attempt to curl in on herself and disappear. Above the breeze, he calls out to her, “Miss? Are you alright? You look cold...” Before she has a chance to speak, Sinbad shrugs off his outer jacket. “You can borrow this, if it’ll help. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

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　　 “N...no... that can’t be... I still have time! I have to...!” 

“『You’re old to children, so you might as well get used to it, buddy! The time of enjoying your youth ended the moment you stood at the door of adulthood!』”

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　 　 “Up someone’s... hey!  I’m only seventeen! I’m not even that old! Seventeen is still plenty young! I’m the shining image of youth!”

“『Hentai is what happens when the monster sticks the tentacles up someone's butt! You didn’t know what?! Gosh! Get with the times old man!』”

Says the 25 year old man.

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　 　 “I see... what’s a hentai?”

“It was supposed to be a hentai. Everything has gone wrong.”

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　 　 “But whyyyy?”

     “NO! Listen to me! They bring up Sonic, you run. You get as far away as you can.”

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DON’T LET THEM SHOW YOU SONIC.

　 　 “But now I wanna know!”

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　 　 “So this is a meme...”

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　 　 ⊰ ♔ @acedefeat ⊱

　　 Foolish would it be to think Sinbad has seen all or even half of what the world has to offer. Although he has traveled far more than most despite his age, he has still traveled so little. There are still entire continents he has yet to see and people he has yet to meet... but awareness of what he has yet to experience does not keep him from making silly assumptions.

　　 There amid the throng of people weaving their way through the hubbub of the fifth sector is a boy who looks familiar despite the knowledge that they’ve yet to meet. Sinbad wastes no time in approaching the stranger, curiosity driving him forth.

　　 “Hey - excuse me!” Upon reaching the boy’s side, Sinbad adopts a friendly smile, though it does nothing to mask his curiosity even before the question is born. “Sorry, I don’t mean to disturb you, but... you sort of remind me of someone I know. Are you from Heliohapt, by chance?”

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　 　 ⊰ ♔ @momentslicing​ ⊱

　　 Despite the months spent in this city, Sinbad is not foolish enough to assume he knows all of its secrets, nor what to expect as he turns any corner. There are still surprises to be had, truths to uncover, and in some cases, mistakes to be made. Hardly a day has passed since his return, yet he finds himself stumbling into such a situation already.

　　 Never before has he seen a being who resembles either of his own djinn, nor the djinn Zepar. In his excitement and surprise, it seems only reasonable that he would jump to conclusions. Thus he assumes that the creature before him is the same wolf he met years ago and calls out with this in mind. “Valefor? No way! I was wondering what happened to... ah?” As the distance between them diminishes, he realizes his mistake. “Ah, sorry. I thought you were someone I knew... I don’t suppose you know Valefor, do you?” No, he thinks, it’s quite unlikely - but it certainly doesn’t hurt to ask, if only to shake off his embarrassment.