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It’s less flattery and more honesty, but there’s no need for Guy to bring that up. Give the colonel an inch and he’d make a hundred miles out of it.

“That’s what I was thinking,” he replied. “Whether it’s magic or machinery, all the output that we’re seeing still needed some form of an input. I’m not sure how I feel about the whole hypothetical wading through space and time, but I’ve already bumped into people who refer to regions that I’ve never even heard about.” It was basic conservation of energy, and yet, if one were to follow those universal laws, the current situation made even less sense. But Jade has already moved onto his next point.

Guy remembers it like it was yesterday. His last memories of being in Grand Chokmah were nothing out of the ordinary. “I was on Rappig duty again,” he says. “I was... I was out walking Jade, Saphir, and Nephry for their daily exercise. Something caught Nephry’s attention though and she ran off. Jade and Saphir were too slow for me to chase her down so I had to pick them up and carry one in each arm -- "

Deciding that was enough detail of that horrible disaster, he ends with, “-- and then I found myself here. I don’t remember falling unconscious at all.”

“How about you?”

@fomicries

For all his jeers he has nothingbut the outmost respect for Guy. With his own eyes he has seen his actions andhis wisdom, and years of journey with him ensured Jade that he is a reliablecompanion. The way he handles the most sudden of situations makes him a soundresource for a second opinion.

There is a reason why he keeps asking Guy to explain everything, after all.

“I’m flattered that you think so highly of my skills.” Jade replies, andit’s hard to figure out whether he’s serious or not based on the tone of voicealone. “Breaking through space and time to gather us all would require anunimaginable amount of energy – that is, if we are to trust their word.” He’snot entirely closed off on the idea of alternate worlds; he has seen eventshappen outside of the realm of logic before, but often is the simplest solutionthe correct one, and there is a chance that all of this might have been a ruse.

“Do you remember the last thing you were doing before you found yourselfhere?” Jade himself has no recollection of being ambushed or putting up astruggle himself – and that worries him. Not many can land a surprise attackagainst someone with experience in battle. If Guy were to have a similarexperience, then they would have a formidable foe in their hands.

@gaidios·

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fomicries:

He pushes up his glasses before looking pointedly towards the landscape, all dreary and sprawling. “What do you think of this place?” They would be watching, they said. With what method would they use for surveillance? It would take too much manpower to have all eyes and ears at every corner of the city. A mechanism would have to be used - and yet he knows no kind of fontech that could do such a feat.

Yet if this is truly a different world, then the natural rules he has studied decades for would be for naught. His capability to perform artes was the first thing he checked once he was free - and it was hampered. He felt the muscle memory of having a fon slot curse placed on him. Yet he’s not sure of its source: is it due to the lack of fonons in the area, or is due to some other mechanism?

And there’s also the matter of being lab rats at hand.

There hasn’t been much time as of yet to scour the entire area to do a proper evaluation, but he has formed his own opinion of their current debacle. The colonel wonders where the others may be - and what they think of being in destiny’s palms again.

@gaidios

There’s the man’s trademark glasses adjustment.

"What do I... think of it?” It wasn’t uncommon for Jade to ask for Guy’s opinion, and in a sense, it was somewhat comforting. The sense of familiarity was nice, and though he was typically flustered by Jade’s tendencies to throw him under the bus, this was different.

After all, they hadn’t seen each other for awhile.

“It’s... definitely something,” Guy finally replies. “I’d like to know how they found us, also how they managed to bring us here. It couldn’t have been an easy task, or at least, I’m having trouble imagining you letting them drag you here without a fight, Jade.”

On the other hand, allowing himself to be captured for the sake of satiating his curiosity also felt like something the Colonel would do.

@fomicries

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"Easy,” Guy responds with a bright expression. “I’m going to take them apart, see what’s going on with them, then put them back together so we can toast more bread with them.” He speaks pointedly because he’s excited about the prospect of seeing them up and running again.

After all, he wouldn’t leave them scattered about collecting dust. That was what he was trying to keep them from.

A grin spreads across his face.

“Hey, since you’re here though and your appetite is gone, think you could give me a hand? There’s a slot-head screwdriver on the counter top next to you. I want to pry the shell off this one to take a look at its coils.”

She thinks if she frowns any harder, her mouth may just fall off her face. The day has barely begun and Guy’s contraptions have already wrought more havoc than they were worth.

If they were worth anything at all.

“I’ve lost my appetite.” She punctuates her words with one more nudge, and when the steel cries against the ground she feels her expression lift just the slightest bit.

“What do you intend on doing with all these.. things.”

The sun slips into the corners of the room and gleams against the rust of the artifacts he’s accumulated and scattered. They cast a shower of bright dots along the ceiling, and Natalia would never admit out loud that it all looked just a little pretty.

“You must have some plan– you can’t just let them all sit.”

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The hand on his shoulder serves to reconfirm that this is no dream.

He says nothing as Natalia rubs at her eyes. Truth be told, there’s not much to say because Natalia’s tears have spoken for the both of them. On the other hand, it was difficult not to fall back into the old banter that was so familiar to the three of them.

“Natalia, if you keep crying like that your face is going to get puffy,” Guy comments before thrusting the coffee machine he’d rescued from the flea market at Luke. Act first, ask later. “My arms were getting kind of tired. Think you can carry her for a bit until we get home?”

It’s Guy’s way of inviting their old friend home while also insisting neither of them would want it any other way.

@mesomer || vimregiam || gaidios

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Hasn’t changed, he says – but, she has.

She’s never cried for him before.

The firsts are done, and now come the afters: letting her down, lifting his hands, worrying his lip even when a comfortable weight settles on his shoulder. It’s hard to look at her so he looks at him, Guy – and he feels that warmth in him again, feels breathing that comes easy and gets easier with every passing second.

It takes him a moment to speak, sound robbed by them and this and the dizzying lights, but when he does –

He puts a hand on both of them.

‘… Yeah.’ It’s a lot of things. He means a lot of things.

‘B-but you can’t cry, alright?’ he hastens to add, eyes flicking upward. He’s deeply fascinated by her tears, the thing under Guy’s arm, and the different in the way they look. ‘It’s just me. Remember?’

Just him.

mesomer​ → vimregiam → gaidios 

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☮:five things I have in common with my muse

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♥:three blogs I recommend

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♕:why you chose the muse you did

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☜:a muse you've always wanted to play, but haven't

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He relied primarily on word of mouth, along with people’s inclinations to choose what was most convenient for them. Of course, there was a reliable garbage disposal and recycling plant that operated throughout the city, but that still required people to haul their things out to their street curb.

Hauling a CRT TV out on the sidewalk was a pain in the neck.

Guy carefully unfolds the piece of paper clutched in his hands, eyes scanning over the address scrawled upon it. Someone had told him a Mr. Zelos Wilder was looking for someone to take an old television off his hands. It would be a shame for it to go straight into a garbage heap.

After all, imagine how many racks he’d be able to fit inside the machine’s shell. That was a lot of bread one person could toast a time.

He raps on the door twice while double-checking the piece of paper, just in case. His other hand rested on the handle of the trolley he’d brought with him.

“Guy Cecil here for your old TV!” he called from outside the door.

(”Old”, he called them, but never “broken”.)

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Go anon and pretend to be my character's parents

Criticize their life choices, tell them you’re disappointed, be harsh, make them cry. Or you can just shower them with patently love. Either one.

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He’d insisted he wouldn’t bring anything back from the local flea market, but this was precisely what Guy told Natalia every single time they went. Every single time, he brought something old new back.

This time, there is a coffee machine tucked underneath his arm. At the sight of a familiar redhead stepping forward to lift Natalia into the air, it nearly becomes a very broken coffee machine.

“Luke? Luke! It’s really you!” he shouts, his eyes and facial expression lightening at the sight of their old friend.

A grin spreads across Guy’s face as he steps forward to give Luke a pat on the shoulder because he, too, must confirm this is real in his own way.

“You should probably listen to Natalia. She hasn’t changed a bit, if you know what I mean.”

@mesomer​ || vimregiam || gaidios

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His eyes are on her, first.

Which is not to say that he does not see the rest of things. Does not use the rest of his five senses, which don’t feel like his but do. He sees – the sky, blue (the colour of her dress, a word he doesn’t know). Hears – distant snatches of their conversation, the world pouring in, his own silence. Tastes words he doesn’t say, breathes choking air still fresher than a second ago and – steps forward, into it all.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　‘… Hey!’

His hands are on her, first,

Lifting her up, touching, spinning – to see if she’s as real as he is.

He feels his mouth spread into a grin that is too loud, but he can’t stop looking at either of them.

The busy city street could never hold him back.

‘Shouldn’t you be looking for me?’

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Guy calls it his workshop, except in reality, it’s the kitchen floor. He’s quite proud of the heaps he’s organized out of the toaster ovens. They were grouped by type, either straight toaster or convection oven, then brand, before finally into clusters depending on their levels of functionality. Most of their wires are coiled neatly with a rubber band, but the four pieces of kitchen equipment Guy began to cannibalize yesterday were strewn across the center of the room.

There’s a sheepish expression on his face, like an eight-year-old caught red-handed while smuggling his new pet squirrel into the house. He cradles his “newest” toaster in his arms. It’s silver with a small dent in its side, the polished right corner he’d been working on glinting in the light.

“It’s a toaster,” Guy finally piped up. “I mean, by the time I’m finished it’ll hopefully toast some bread.”

He sets the device on the counter top. This is the perfect opportunity to test his most recently refurbished one. There’s a slot toaster off to the side of the counter, one whose coils he’d finally gotten around to replacing.

“I know where everything is, and it never hurts to have some back-ups right?”

“... did you want some toast?”

@vimregiam

It’s thunder and lightning, the din and clank of metal—her cry of anguish several heartbeats later, like the aftermath, like a warning sign of distant danger. Every day she thinks she’s figured out how to manage Guy’s island of lost toys, and every day he rearranges the hellish maze—adds new pets, re-imagines others, and rearranges the oldest ones (but he never removes any).

She shifts one with her foot, and the metal drags on the tile. She takes satisfaction in how it screeches, like it’s paying for its misdeeds.

When she looks up the real source of her misery has materialized, and she scowls and tries not to grab at her throbbing toes (tries to save some face).

“Do you even have any idea what that… thing, in your hands is supposed to do?”

All she’d wanted was breakfast.

“How do you live like this?”

@gaidios

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“I have so many questions. Important questions!“

“This again?” He lets out an exasperated sigh. The barrage of questions was oddly reassuring, a single piece of familiarity in this strange place.

“All right, what’s the first one?”

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“I don’t see anyone else around here, so it must be for you,” Guy noted. He took a step back with a thoughtful expression on his face. “It looks pretty good on you, so I’d say you’re its rightful owner.” Granted, Guy did not weave flower crowns for the sake of weaving them. There were other things weighing on his mind.

“You looked like you were deep in thought. What’s got you down?”

flower crown for you

Send me “flower crown” and my Muse will react to yours plopping one on their head 

When the young boy placed the crown on her head Hinata couldn’t help but to become red. It wasn’t everyday she received nice things from people so this really meant a lot to her. But she was still in disbelief he would even give her such a thing. Hinata looked over at him and questioned, “I-Is this really for me?”

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Natalia and Jade come to mind. A few others do too, but fate hasn’t allowed him to bump into them quite yet. “There are a couple, yeah,” Guy replies, “but... we’ve never celebrated a Thanksgiving before. Not that there isn’t a first time for everything, right?”

He catches the shade of an expression on the other’s face and quickly switches the topic.

“Well, who’s this ‘everyone’ you mentioned?”

“Awwwh! That sounds really nice, everyone would love it!” There was a wide smile, but alas  it sunk just a little when he realized..”But I might have to hold off since my friends aren’t here..what about you? do you have anyone to spend this Thanksgiving with?”

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“I have so many questions. Important questions!“ 

"I need to get out." 

"I think we really have something here." 

"I imagine all that could have been, and all that is now lost." 

"The someday you’ve been waiting for is this day." 

"We will all find out soon enough." 

"They’re never going to believe this." 

"They have our best interests at heart. I’m sure of it." 

"We are eternal." 

"We will not last." 

"You will persist—ever so faintly, ever so slightly—on into perpetuity. Long after everything about you no longer matters." 

"We are eternal, but we will not last." 

"No one can make your destiny for you." 

"Now is the time, I’m sure." 

"Try to remember." 

"Everything seems to be in order—in that I am nervous and uncertain and feel an emptiness sometimes which can never be filled." 

"I have felt disconnected lately. My being has been split between the here and the now, and the there and the now." 

"And I’ve never felt more at home." 

"We were safe all along." 

"It does sound nicer than I remember." 

"But it’s hard to know how much meeting eyes or touching hands means until it’s gone." 

"What makes you you? How are you able to acknowledge that you are even a thing, separate from the rest of the Universe?" 

"But I don’t know. I can’t feel or see that, so—not really my problem now, is it." 

"That’s the best part about the future. Anything you want to be possible is possible. As long as you don’t think about it too hard." 

"It is a sadness, what we do to each other." 

"This is starting to freak me out a little." 

"This was supposed to be a fun and challenging exercise, but now I’m questioning everything about my self and my life." 

"Nevermind. That doesn’t matter.”

“Nothing exists for you outside of my voice saying it does." 

"But I miss—you know—touching. I miss this." 

"Is anyone even listening to this?" 

"Thank you for keeping me safe." 

"So that seems to be another crisis averted." 

"Perhaps we will never know anything. We have certainly never known anything yet." 

"It was you, wasn’t it?" 

"If only there was something I could do for you." 

"Is there any trace of your old self left?" 

"Well, uh, this is it. One way or another, here I go." 

"But I can’t help it; I just get all worked up about a lack of coffee!" 

"It’s fine. I’ll be fine." 

"I do not know where I am." 

"Nothing is as it seems. We’ve all been duped by God, all is lost, blah, blah, something, something, living nightmares." 

"I can’t wait much longer." 

"You’re not the only one who cares about her, you know." 

"For this, I am sorry. I will try harder." 

"We would never." 

"That wasn’t me." 

"This is the last time. Okay?" 

"What—what is happening to me?" 

"We’re sorry. We’re so sorry. But this is the only way.”

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Undertale Starter Meme

“After a great meal, I like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage.”

“Anything can make a good story with enough spin!”

“Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?”

“Beautiful. Why don’t you write a book?”

“Be good, alright?”

“Didn’t you read the sign?”

“Did you hear what they just said?”

“Did you know I love to ‘get owned?’”

“Disgusting. I’d love to try it sometime.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?”

“Excuse me, do you want to know how to beat me?”

“Finally, someone gets it.”

“Forgive me for this.”

“Golly, you must be so confused.”

“Goodbyes aren’t allowed in my town.”

“Haven’t I done a great job protecting you?”

“Haven’t you ever seen a cooking show before?”

“He flexed himself out of the room!”

“Heheh… The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It’s ALWAYS funny.”

“Hey, lighten up, bucko! I’m just joking with you.”

“Hey, that’s my emptiness, not yours.”

“I am just a silly little lady who worries too much!”

“I am only protecting you, do you understand?”

“I can’t afford not to care anymore.”

“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”

“I could make friends with a wimpy loser like you any day!”

“I don’t like you the way you like me.”

“I don’t need friends! I’ve got KNIVES!”

“If I were you, I would’ve thrown in the towel by now.”

“I found a gun in a dumpster!”

“If you weren’t my houseguest, I’d beat you up right now!”

“I just want to have handsome, bishonen eyes.”

“I knew you had it in you!”

“I’m gonna need some dog treats for this!!!”

“I’m just a dozen away from a double digit follower count!”

“I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”

“I’m not ready for this to end.”

“In this world, it’s kill or be killed.”

“I really should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“Is (the sound a baby makes) an emotion?”

“It’s not wrong. It’s just my headcanon.”

“It’s rude to talk about someone who’s listening.”

“I’ve heard they have things called bathrooms.”

“I want you to be happy, too.”

“I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning.”

“Never interact with attractive people.”

“Now’s your chance to accept my mercy.”

“Now you’ll see my true power: relying on people who aren’t garbage!”

“Oh no! You’re meeting all my standards!”

“Plants can’t talk, dummy.”

“Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp.”

“Really not feelin’ up to it right now. Sorry.”

“Remember how I said NOT to shoot at me?”

“Revenge won’t bring anybody back.”

“Sorry, can’t talk. I’m busy being popular on-line.”

“So what if a few people have to die?”

“Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”

“Studying history sure is easy when you’ve lived through so much of it yourself!”

“Thaaaaaat’s politics!”

“That’s the trash can. Feel free to visit it any time.”

“That was fun. Let’s finish the job.”

“The only joke here, is how strong my muscles are.”

“They come. They leave. They die.”

“This is just a friendly, um, killing between acquaintances!”

“Time for our union-regulated break!”

“Too intimidated to fight me, huh?”

“Watching someone on a screen really makes you root for them.”

“Were those two robots making out?”

“What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”

“What do you think of my secret style?”

“Where are the knives.”

“Where is this? Where can I see the Anime.”

“Who knew that all I needed to make pals was to give people awful puzzles and then fight them?”

“Who needs arms with legs like these?”

“Why would I ever be friends with you?”

“Will anyone like me as sincerely as you?”

“Would you smooch a ghost?”

“You aren’t gonna tell my parents about this, are you?”

“You can’t spell ‘prepared’ without several letters from my name!”

“You can’t understand how this feels.”

“You didn’t need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”

“You do not dislike cinnamon, do you?”

“You just wanted to see me suffer.”

“You think I’m just gonna stand there and take it?”

“You’ll never see ‘em again.”

“You’re filled with determination.”

“You really hate me that much?”

“You’re giving me a real workout.”

“You’re gonna have a bad time.” 

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“I’m not too familiar with it myself, but from my understanding, it’s a day when people gather with friends and family to be grateful for the good things in their lives.” He grins, then adds, “I hear people usually eat a lot of good food too!”

Albeit, that depended on who was preparing said food.

His eyes lit up, “We’ve never had this ‘Thanksgiving’ before, could someone tell me about it?”

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Hello! Good evening/day/morning, whatever time of the day it may be for you. The name’s Jin, though I’ve also gone by Nero in the past. I’ll answer to either one. I’m a 3rd year uni student in the US northeast, here to confirm that we do, indeed, have antifreeze running through our veins to keep us alive.

I was actually on Citta some time back but never got around to doing too much so the workings of this group are pretty new for me. Hopefully things are a little different this time around! I’m treating this as a rp ad as well as an intro, so please like this if you’re up for plotting. I’m going to cap this at five likes, but you can also catch me on twitter @lionisms​ if you wanted to run something by me. Or feel free to drop an ask/follow req if you’ve got an idea. Or maybe you’d just like to talk, I’m cool with that too. 

Hope this finds you well!

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