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ninthextrication:

The other’s smile warmed his heart. It always felt nice to bring smiles to the faces of others. 

     “My Hat. Protects from. Really hot Sun. Ears need to. Stay open to keep cool.” With a nod, he’d puff out his chest in pride of the other’s words. 

     “My kind. Consider promises Sacred. Makes me happy. To hear humans. Can keep them.” He would hop up to a bench to get closer heightwise to Junpei--sometimes looking up all the time was a little hard on his neck. As the other spoke, Homura’s eyes would widen. 

     “Junpei....a good name! Detective? So. Junpei, investigates? Very noble. Like treasure hunting. We. Both seek truth. Of past?” A simple question, honest as he’d glance about, curiosity of his surroundings spreading into his mind. 

But...when Junpei agreed to be his friend, the look of pure joy on the homunculus’ face would be clear. With bright eyes and a wide smile, Homura would give a delighted laugh. “Makes. Very happy! To be a friend. Day is made. Friend is made. I...am happy. Thank you. Friend!”

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@meteorgreen

He’d never encountered a pokemon before, and while some may confuse him as one, he still made no move to differentiate himself from the strange creatures in the festival that he’d managed to befriend. It was a strange looking deer [a stantler perhaps?] and it towered over the Homunculus. 

Reaching out a hand to feed the pokemon some berries he’d found, he’d have a soft smile on his face, only to freeze up when the pokemon retreated from the location at the sound of footsteps. Ears twitching, Homura would turn to observe a stranger, waving a diminutive hand. 

     “You want. To join, too? Come, come! Enjoy festival! Make friends! So you’re. Not alone!”

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ninthextrication:

“Sea of sand… like a desert?” Junpei was familiar with one desert, however it wasn’t the type that was sand, sand, and more sand. His desert was simply arid and dead, with cracked earth below… but no, he was still getting caught up in the past. “I can imagine that it’d be a lot to get used to, if you come from a place like that…”

“It’s pretty normal to miss home… I’ve got some people I miss too.” He didn’t know why he was sharing so much- perhaps it was because this guy wasn’t human? “I had promises that I can’t keep as long as I’m here- I’ll just have to hope that they’ll hold on until I can get back.”

The city was both a curse and a blessing for him. The limits on his abilities were honestly a positive, but he couldn’t complete any of his goals for as long as he was here.

     “Yes. Desert. Was once an ocean. But all water gone. Only sand remains. Sand gets in ears--itches.” Ears twitching, the homunculus would listen intently to the other. The other seemed...a little down. Now that wouldn’t do at all. Upon hearing that the stranger missed his own allies, Homura would dig in one of his pockets, pulling out a small pouch, looking at it with a ghost of a smile, warm and fond. 

     “You and I. Promises we can’t keep. While here. I understand.” His voice, would be soft as he’d open the pouch, taking a small chocolate out and offering it to the other. 

     “Eat sweet. Smile. One step at a time. Then one day. Keep promises. I. Promise this.”

He’d offer a more welcome smile. His desire to help others was overcoming his own nervousness over being in a foreign city. 

     “Name. Homura. I’m a. Homunculus. My job is. Treasure Hunter. If you want. Can also be. Friend!”

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*hecker voice* I’m in.

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ninthextrication:

So, the creature could talk. That answered one question, at least. (He figured he could leave the question of what alone- as curious as he was, in a place like this it hardly mattered.)

“Yeah, I guess? It’s definitely relaxing…” He supposed he could enjoy a flower viewing every once and a while- in some ways, it reminded him of the cherry trees back home. They’d always been quite a sight in spring… but no time for getting nostalgic.

“Oh, you’re new here? How’re things going for you, then?” He looked like an odd little creature, but he seemed to act normal enough. If the guy didn’t know anyone from his own world here, it’d probably be pretty lonely. Junpei wasn’t really good at social interaction in his opinion, but he could at least try to be nice.

The stranger seemed nice, much to Homura’s relief. His posture would relax as he’d dip his hat down with a small hand to show a sign of acknowledgement. So many plants here...it was an oasis that many would be tempted to fight over back home. 

     “Considering back home. All water. Almost gone. Seeing this many plants. Paradise for me.”

Closing his eyes, he’d think back on what he’d been through. “Came from. A sea of. Sand. Only sand. Big city here, a little intimidating. In comparison. Sometimes. Would rather. Fight monsters. Than traffic.”

A little chuckle would sound at that, he’d look back up at the stranger, pondering. “Its. Not bad here. But...friends. I miss them. I promised to stay. Yet I am here. Not back there. A little...sad. But! Festival helps. Makes me sometimes forget. That I am lost from home.”

     “How. Are you doing?”

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@ninjiraiya

The flowers may as well be a corn maze for him, with only his ears being barely visible among the flowers. He was searching for the much sought after eggs, which held things the humans wanted. He was doing his best....until he felt a tug on one of his ears, earning a startled squeak coming from his mouth. Someone had meant to grab a flower, grabbing his ear instead. 

Drawing his wooden sword, he’d poke at the hand, trying to defend himself. 

     “Let go! My ear. Is not. A flower!”

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@sodasexual

He always enjoyed seeing smiles on other people’s faces, and this festival, he’d decided he’d bring as much joy to strangers as he could. As a treasure hunter, he was able to seek out the hidden eggs with relative ease...though they were not for his own sake. 

No, he was giving them to those who he thought needed them. A strange looking young man caught his attention, and he would approach with a friendly smile, clearing his throat 

     “Greetings! This. Festival. Make everyone smile. Be happy. Consider this. Shiny to make. You smile!”

Saying that, he’d hand the stranger one of the eggs he’d found, ears twitching contentedly, his tail wagging cheerfully. Homura was in a good mood...he really did adore festivals of any sort. 

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this flower festival sounds really adorable--here’s a starter call for the flower festival. capping at...3!

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So many flowers in one place--he’d heard it was a festival, and the homunculus was not disappointed. With a soft smile he had moved about, enjoying the sights, the scents, and the peaceful atmosphere in the area. Perhaps this city wasn’t so bad.

One of his ears twitched as he detected a voice directed toward him, causing the homunculus to turn to look up at the source. A man dressed in strange clothes...much like just about everyone else he’d encountered thus far. At the other’s uncertain greeting, his ears would raise slightly, attentive as he’d give a smile. 

     “Hello! Are you. Enjoying the. Festival here? Very calming. Very nice!”

Homura really was enjoying himself--if he could help others enjoy the festival, he’d most certainly try. Keeping his expression friendly, he’d take a couple steps toward the other, so their distance wasn’t quite as awkward. 

     “I. Am new here. But. City not so bad with. Flowers!”

@homuranos liked for an event starter

Junpei raised an eyebrow at the creature who’d just walked by- it certainly didn’t look like any of the other pokemon here. He’d briefly wondered if it might be someone else’s pokemon, but a secondary glance (and the fact that the creature wore clothes) told him that it was likely just a creature from another world, that he’d never seen the likes of before.

Now he was at a crossroads. He knew that there were some odd being here, so there was a good chance that it could talk- but at the same time, what if it couldn’t and he ended up looking like a moron? Why did life give him so many complicated decisions? Eventually he just resigned himself to fate, gave a little wave, and an awkward nod.

“Uh… hi?”

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There was very little Homura treasured above sweets--and it would be the sweets made by his best friend, a human who he watched grow up over the years. He...even let that one human witness one of his reincarnation ‘funerals’, a great honor for the homunculus to bestow. He held the sweets in a bag, and was happy to have it to keep him comforted in this strange land, but some ruffians had stolen them. 

He’d tried persuasion, only to be laughed at and teased. Anxiety crossed his features--he did not wish to harm a human, evidenced by the fact he kept his wooden blade sheathed. Just when he was about to resort to another roundabout of persuasion, another had intervened, with such skill and grace as to catch the diminutive sword wielding homunculus’ attention. 

It happened too fast, his drooping ears twitching to attention at the sound of the other’s voice. Eyes wide, tail wagging once to show hopeful appreciation, he felt gratitude bloom within his heart. 

     “Yes, this is. What they had. Taken from me!” He’d dip his head into a short, respectful bow. “Willing to share. With you. Because you. Did a great honor. Returning what is precious. To me. Will share. To show my thanks.”

He would offer her one with a tentative smile.

     “Sweets mean everything. To me. Sharing means. Giving. Loyalty. If you wish. For an ally or. Comrade.”

      no matter if one’s alignment was evil, she could barely be called such. an anti-hero, perhaps, who embraces evil as means to order, but never above it. alter doesn’t conduct anything that would portray her as villainous, lest of all she finds it fun or right when others clearly do such actions themselves. no, instead, she chooses to ignore it, devoid of feelings that would even allow her to begin to care about it – unless such actions were aimed towards a being under her care.

       yet it is not; arturia has never seen it, yet perhaps it is her own affection towards the kind that strays her from her path on to something that has nothing to do with her; people she supposed were called bullies, the lowest kind when they teased a small ( what alter judged to be ) animal, refusing to give it its food.

       truly scum who deserved the slowest death.

       it took little time to drive the people off ( a wooden sword in hands, swordsmanship skills & a glare that in itself could kill any was more than enough ), but saber lowers her sword and lowers even more her body, kneeling before the small animal. had someone lost it? ❝ here. this is what you wanted, was it not? ❞ small pieces of chocolate? it was impressing there was an actual creature that ate it.

&. @homuranos!

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At his stature, he grew used to others staring at him long ago. Bright green eyes would meet the other’s as he’d flick an ear, shifting his weight from one foot to another before offering the other a smile. She wasn’t afraid to meet eye contact, something Homura respected. 

     “Rabbit? No, not a Rabbit. I am a. Homunculus. Not many know. This in this city. Feels strange. But exciting.”

With a soft chuckle, he’d hold out a diminutive hand, offering a small wrapped candy he retrieved from an equally small pocket.

     “Eat sweet. Shows friendship. I am. Homura, a Treasure Hunter. Nice. To meet you. Yes?”

❀ &&. @homuranos

it was only after almost a full minute of staring did she remember being scolded for doing just that. ‘staring is rude’ hubert had told her, and although she didn’t really understand, she made an effort to avoid it. instead, she walked over to the creature, and kneeled down to be on eye level. ‘eye contact during conversation is important’ was richard’s lesson.

            “ are you a rabbit? you don’t look like any i’ve seen, but… ”

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pridefulservant:

Allen downed the rest of the coffee he was holding and vowed to never to make himself suffer like that ever again. The overwhelmingly bitter taste hung in his mouth. Now he was far more alert than he needed to be, and he had a paper cup he didn’t know where to throw.

He barely flinched as a strange, fox-like creature hopped onto his bench. At this point, he had learnt not to bother being surprised at oddities like this. It was just a waste of energy - there were just too many unfamiliar things in Citta. Even so, at the blunt introduction it gave, Allen was taken aback.

“I…. okay. Delta? It should be somewhere over there.” Allen waved vaguely into the distance. All too used to being used as a tour guide, he stood up. “I suppose you are looking for your apartment, correct? If you prefer, I could just show you directly. It would be a great deal faster and much less of a hassle.” 

Also, he needed a trash bin.

Ears would twitch, content as he heard the stranger’s words. He knew he was being a little blunt and should apologize--perhaps he truly was a little nervous about this place. He’d hop a little closer, tilting his head to the side so he could study the other more. 

Bright green eyes would show his curiosity, a smile forming at the other’s words. At the word apartment though, he’d falter. 

     “Do not have. Apartment. Just says I live in. Delta. Perhaps..not given. A home?”

He would look a little concerned at that, his ears would droop as he’d step back. Homura wouldn’t be opposed to living on the streets, but this city had many dangers. He found himself unsure if he could find decent shelter at night. 

     “Will only go. If you want to show. Do not wish to. Be a nuisance. To you.”

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Homura | Atelier Shallie

>A homunculus, a creature made by alchemists to be used as experiments.  >A smol sword wielding samurai-esque treasure hunter. >He spends all the money he earns on sweets, to the point where he gets paid in sweets instead. >Did I mention he loves sweets? He’d do anything for candy. >If you give him candy he will be your friend tbh. >Just about three feet tall, if you count the height of his ears. >He is very warm and soft, if you ask nicely maybe you can pet him. >Would do anything to help someone in need. He’s a good smol.

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Game: Atelier Shallie: Alchemists of the Dusk Sea

Track: Rusty Sky

Composer: Sen (Matryoshka)

Vocals: Calu (Matryoshka)