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i’m feeling slow. 

but like this

for someone in your inbox. 

pls choose for me. i wanna sleep...maybe. 

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margauxmia​:

Oh, now that’s something she can help with! Mia excitedly takes the stranger hand, guiding him to the fashion district.

“Oh, yes of course! I know a bunch of them, you’ll love it” She briefly looks over her shoulder, smiling at the man, “so, you’re not from around here?”

 “Ah no. I’m just a traveler.” what he can and cannot say is so ingrained in him, his self control is remarkable for someone as old as him. 

Stupid he maybe in other aspects. He looks down at the hand. So brazen. 

 “Do you live here or are you just a traveler as well?”

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margauxmia​:

“Oh?” An unfamiliar voice pulls her from her typical daydreaming, and Mia looks up to find a blond man displaying a tired frown. It takes her a few long seconds to process his question, and she proceeds to look over her shoulders before answering it.

“I apologize, Monsieur. I’m afraid I was absorbed in thought,” she looks at him again, giving up the hasty search with an apologetic smile. “I’d be happy to help you look for it, if you’d like.”

 “Its ok. I wasn’t paying attention either.” In truth Van can go without it, and even he cant see it right now. All the cars and people around here had made looking at anything, rather annoying. Though he’s happy that there are people, its a danger to be around them for too long. 

  “I’m rather new in here. Do you know where the clothes store are?” it seems he is set on giving it up.

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@deathleads​

He’s deciding on something, He’s in front of a flower store and he doesn’t know exactly what to get, and its his off day and he doesn’t know what to get. 

He doesn’t understand flowers, but this is a funding proposal...

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@margauxmia​

 “Sorry.” A small sigh. “It seems my scarf flew somewhere here and I can’t seem to find it. Have you seen it?”

He looks downtrodden. 

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 “Edward, have you seen my glasses? I can’t seem to find them.” Not like he could just alchemize another pair, but he rather not since it had a lot of fond memories. 

@muses-of-kira​

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small starter call. pls tell me what muse u want or i will ignore.

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me thinking isaac was right but was too damaged by the perils of the ishvalan war that he couldn’t expose it more districtly. 

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avadite​:

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head  down,  greed  wipes  the  bartop  with  a  damp  rag.  over  the  usual  raucous  chatter  of  the  bar,  he  doesn’t  hear  the  entry  of  their  newest  customer  to  begin  with.  his  hand  stills  when  a  voice  interrupts  him—familiar,  but  not  quite  the  right  timbre.

        ❝  do  we  look  clo—  ❞  his  throat  constricts  as  he  lifts  his  head  and  meets  the  other  man’s  gaze.  lavender  eyes  meet  gold,  and  every  muscle  in  greed’s  body  locks  up.  the  rest  of  the  gang  senses  his  sudden  shift  in  mood.  they  pause,  forgoing  their  prior  activities  to  hone  in  on  greed’s  body  language.

something  isn’t  right.  he’s  too  …   he  looks  uncomfortable,  not  domineering,  as  if  he’s  above  everyone  in  the  bar.  his  posture  screams  that  he  is  well-aware  of  the  eyes  drawn  to  his  unusual  presence.

greed  straightens  his  back,  his  jaw  set  as  he  gives  the  man  another  once  over.

         ❝  who  the  hell  are  you?  ❞

There is defitely a homonculus. But being the kind man that he is, [or pretends to be, he is always pretending] Van merely smiles...nervously. The nervous part is something he can’t pretend at all. 

 “Van, just Van.”

 “I’m just here for a drink, if...thats alright?”

because while he would rather isolate himself, sampling the local alcohol would do well in sleeping at least. pretending to be the definition of normal is...something. 

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 “Ah...”

Coming into a seedy looking bar with equally seeding looking people, a bag of books in. hand is perhaps not the greatest thing to actually do. Nor is it the wisest, or smartest. Or anything for that matter when his appearance suggest middle age man. 

especially with his face. 

 But the sense he got from this bar is perhaps too familiar to ignore for now. 

 “Excuse me, are you still open?”

@avadite​

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@yinseal​

 “Sorry. I’m about to close up shop-

visiting foreign lands so others could see. Visiting the world before coming back, spreading the knowledge of medicine that could help in saving lives. The sage of the east was , is someone to certainly look up to from a distance. 

 “Do you need anything?” 

Still talking all day with doctors in this village is a hassle once they found out his medicine works. 

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@compassionatedestiny​

 “its certainly....something.” 

From top to bottom, the entire poster is filled with pictures [in duplicates] of Major Hugh own family. 

It gave a unwanted feeling in his gut looking at a man in maritial bliss. He is very hesitant to give his report to the major right now. 

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small starter call. pls tell me what muse u want or i will ignore.

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bidotheuncanny​:

Bido’s eyes practically gleam at the stranger’s plea. There, finally– a hint of something he can work with.

“The fact that you’re asking that question–”

He produces a flask from within his cloak, popping the top open with his teeth and pouring a good amount of water down the injured arm before wiping away the remaining liquid and grime with a handkerchief.

“–means I’m going to be a lot nicer about this. Careful, this’ll sting.”

The flask disappears into the cloak once again, and in its place, out comes a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. Bido untwists its lid far more carefully. Then he tilts it over the wound, watching the contents bubble over with a sympathetic wince.

“It also means, since nobody’s turning anybody over to the military, you should start answering my questions. How’d you get into all this trouble, anyway?”

 he frowns a bit but puts his head against the wall, breathing evenly. It wasn’t much to go on, these days he couldn’t even get enough money for bandages. but for now it was something he wished would have some break on. 

 “...Its none of your business. Unless you want to be hunted by the miltary.” 

If he had better eye sight perhaps he would see Bido more inhumane properties but for now, he can barely see without some glasses to help ease the tension off his eyes. 

 ...

 “Your going to leave after this right?”

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bidotheuncanny​:

Bido moves quickly around the building and ducks back into the alley, noting with some satisfaction the confusion on the stranger’s face as he locks eyes on him a second time. A taste of his own medicine, the mysterious bastard.

“Helping you, dumbass.”

(He sounds altogether too pleased at the chance to call him an dumbass.)

The roll of bandages, having bounced soundly off the man’s cranium, is still in ever-so-slight motion a distance down the alley, and he catches it up deftly in one hand as he approaches. Kneeling down at the stranger’s side, he takes note yet again of just how awful he looks; not in terms of attractiveness or anything like that, but– well, the point is, the guy looks absolutely beat. No wonder he had passed out.

His condition, while certainly difficult to witness, is the main factor that gives Bido the courage to approach him so boldly. He’s confident there’s no way someone in this state could hurt him.

He taps him lightly on the chest with the back of his hand, indicating the jacket of the military uniform.

“Take this off. I have to get to your arm.”

 “Don’t....call me a dumbass when your the...”

He pukes out a bit of blood. 

Not his best day , obviously. But at the very least he isn’t dying. Its all about compromise after all. And there was nothing good about his current condition, not bad but not good 

 Blood on his jacket, he grimaces before removing it. Not even speaking anymore. It was hard to accept the help of others when he didn’t know what the other allegience is to. 

 “...Your not going to ....give me to the miltary will you?”

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honestly if dwarf didn’t make the homonculus he would be really lazy or something.

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creepiitus​:

“As a proper law abiding citizen, I always do.”

Your face says you do everything but that.