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[magicalheirponsol]

Continued from: [x] @lured-into-wonderland For some reasons I don't get notifications when you reply to this, so i'm going to try to move to another post to see if it fixes it.

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

He simply nods his head. It would seem that Nunnally didn’t know about it and she hadn’t run some kind of background check on Ponsol and his family yet. Perhaps she was just that trusting of first impressions and her gut instinct. Ponsol was usually the sort who ran a bit of a background check on people before and after he met influential or famous people. Mostly, he looked into scandals and any shady business the other party was involved in. It was important to know so he knew to weigh the pros and cons between ‘befriending’ someone.

Nunnally was being polite about not wanting to push him into recounting the business of his family if he didn’t want to speak about it. It wasn’t a family secret, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to find out if anyone went looking. Though some of the press was silenced during that time, there are still records that can be unearthed if anyone had any lick of talent in investigations.

“It wouldn’t be difficult to look into it for the details, but in simple terms, my brother was witness to an incident that involved a family of three, where only the young daughter survived. The perpetrator had pinned the incident on her parents through his connections, slandering the parents as irresponsible people to endangered their daughter. My brother aimed to stand as witness to clear their name for the sake of the little girl he pulled out of the burning car.”

A small sigh. A lot happened in their family after this one event. You could call it a catalyst of the family breaking apart, so it was a sore spot to think about, but the past was to stay in the past. He had to move on and look to the future.

       ❝Obviously, the perpetrator didn’t want him to tell the truth of what happened and tried to pressure him into stepping down from attesting at the witness stand. When he refused, they later found him at school and shot him. He survived, obviously. Grandfather found out and got involved, and the rest is history. The school found out our connections to the DD Corp and couldn’t live our regular peaceful lives anymore.❞ 

That increased interest from the paparazzi is what caught his father’s infidelity and caused both his mother and brother undue stress. That was likely what ultimately killed her, the heartbreak, the stress, and the pressure.

That was as far as he was willing to divulge about his family history, so he stopped there.

At Nunnally’s seemingly nervous stammering, he sighs, shrugging his shoulders casually. He could fathom a few guesses as to why she was acting the way she was.

       ❝You don’t need to explain yourself excessively to me. Even if you were trying to use us for whatever reason, I personally wouldn’t hold it against you. Business is business and friendship is friendship. Both can co-mingle or be kept separate. You could benefit off our names or talent just as much as we could benefit from your family name. It’s not anything to be ashamed of.❞ 

In the world of the upper class, that’s just how it was. You can fair much better when you learn to not take everything too seriously, nor too personally. Did he believe she made the suggestions because she wanted to profit off of them? No, not really. He could tell that she genuinely enjoyed art. His comment was mostly to say that even if it was her reasoning, he wouldn’t care either way.

       ❝If either of us cared to showcase our work in a professional setting, we surely could pull some of our connections to see it through, but we don’t care for that. Only way we’d curate any of our art for a showing would be for a personal reason or as a request from a friend.❞ 

Which was to say, that neither of them would care much for how professional the setting was. Shugarl didn’t like to be in the public eye and it was their grandfather that disapproved of either of them dabbling too much in the artistic fields because it would be a ‘waste’ of their talents and a ‘waste of time’ when they should be focusing on making money instead. What an insufferable old man.

       ❝Assuming you didn’t retract your invitation, I don’t see why I wouldn’t attend.❞

He says this in jest, cracking a small joke. He’d agreed to attend with her earlier, so there wasn’t a reason for him to go back on his word and say otherwise.

       ❝Perhaps you can meet my brother, if you’d like to extend the invitation by one. He’d make himself sparse after introductions.❞ 

[queenharumiura]

Closed started for @shnebrght

"Hah?" What was this that she's hearing? Some hushed whispers about Lussuria's odd kinks or whatever it's called? Why did this conversation come out of nowhere from? She doesn't know, but she's not going to take part in it and escape.

She opens the door to leave and she bumps into someone. "Ah, Lussuria." She briefly wonders if Lussuria heard the others discussing their interests or not... "I can close the door behind you and keep it closed if you want to have a conversation with your fists." She offers.

That was Haru's favorite method of communication... with fists to the face! Steal her cake? Fist to the face. You just trekked mud through the floors that she just mopped? Fist to the FACE.

[fightingthetides]

@whiskeysmulti { ☁️ }

《𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭》

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The Cloud Guardian rolls his eyes, not intending to spare Gokudera any of his feelings should he feel offended by the act. The aloof Cloud was hardly the one to be considerate of anyone else’s feelings- much less if they were in the perceived wrong.

As the saying goes, ‘old habits die hard,’ and this one had one hell of a habit. Having taken in the yellow avians under his wing, they’d been repurposed to patrolling the streets of Namimori, serving as Hibari’s eyes and ears. An hour prior, he’d been alerted to a certain resident bomber getting involved in an altercation of sorts and would be in need of assistance.

With the intricate network of yellow avians answering to Hibari’s beck and call, the effort exerted in locating the bomber who had since relocated himself from the initial site of the alert being made was minimal. The coast was clear and Hibari looked down at the injured right hand of the pesky Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Loathe as he may be to associate himself with the lot, the fact remained thus: He was one of them. Whatever reason Gokudera had for getting into a fight was of little concern to the man at current. The truth would come to light in due time as a yellow bird had been tailing some of the runaway assailants who managed to run away. The others who had fell to Gokudera’s attacks were whisked away by Kusakabe.

【Best find the answer soon.】

Taking hold of Gokudera’s arm, he hoists the injured guardian to his feet. Albeit a bit rough, Hibari wasn’t one to be overly accommodating. From his initial visual assessment, Gokudera would be fine. A bit battered, but that was nothing the silverette couldn’t handle.

【Every injury you sustain, remember who would be concerned.】

Everyone within the Vongola would be concerned to know that Gokudera had been injured in battle. Though the reasonings may vary somewhat from person to person, the fact remained that his pain would be a cause of worry for the Vongola 10th generation. One could only imagine how the usually tame and complacent ‘herbivore’ would bare his fangs upon receiving the report.

An aggravated sigh.

【Be considerate of those who must console your girlfriend should the worst happen to you.】

Another jerk of the arm as Hibari starts escorting Gokudera to seek medical attention. Admittedly, he may be treating Gokudera rougher than necessary as he’s irritated. No one enjoyed to see their friends hurt, and in his eyes, Gokudera was doing just that each time he was reckless and Hibari was often the one tasked with breaking the news to her. He was normally the one who had to face the brunt of her panic and hurt.

[savingthrcw]

okay, I need to make a list because it's the easiest way for me to stay on top of things, since I keep getting distracted, and these things will get priority over all others (with long pauses when my body says it's time to rest):

-fixing Janey's bio and make links and pages (I thought her name was Jane! I thought Janey could only be a petname! No!) and if @hqlfbloods gives me some Cooper-Janey interactions I'll cry forever (and that goes for other rpers too, even if it needs some plotting to be fully OUCH as a reunion) << somehow I've already done this

-answer asks from hqlfbloods, IF ANYONE ELSE sent me one and I didn't answer, I didn't get it! Feel very free to send me more so I can get used to my new characters as well as re-used to the old ones!

-tried to determine which replies to my answers are going to be kept by my rp partners so I can put them in the thread tracker ?!! < adding them when I get a second reply

-plot with @misfits-of-zaun as soon as possible and check out new blogs to decide who to follow (I will read rules, bios because like I say in my rules I have a HARD time saying no so I need to know if they can work BEFORE I follow, I will check out your threads and blah blah) << I checked out the blogs

-starters for @protectxthem and @aamusedly and @brckensteel, IF ANYONE ELSE ASKED FOR A STARTER please let me know, I think I'm all caught up but I could have missed one! << done some of these too plus some extra starters

-send 'hey let's plot!' messages to new people, probably, if I don't lose my energies at random again << done this too

-maybe make a separate Fallout page for my oc Emma at @smiletimeisrunningout instead of keeping it in the sci-fi section? and answer to asks there too!

-drafts! on all blogs! and a bunch of icons for a commission and possibly study some math at some point today?

-reminder everyone that I'm basing my Fallout characters on the TVSHOW only because I only have vague memories of the games, as much as I liked them, and I certainly didn't complete enough question to know all NPCs, because I don't want you guys to get disappointed! I can't replay if I'm roleplaying here! For Lucy rpers, also, my Fallout OCs and AU characters for now are only Stella and Janey respectively.

if I'm missing something, hit me up!

Also I'm making Maximus icons on the side, if you want let me know if you think they are whiteashed or okay or too dark:

[fightingthetides]

Ravein had gone to the meeting place and waited for Nunnally to arrive at the designated time. He didn’t know that she was starting to get very paranoid, mostly for his benefit, but he would appreciate it if he knew. For now, he was simply content with knowing that she did seem to want to curate a friendship with him despite how things ended off the last time.

When she arrived, he flashed a small flashlight so she’d know that someone was already waiting inside for her. She’d have to walk into the dark building and walk down the hallway to see some light spilling out from underneath one of the doors. She wouldn’t be in the dark for long as long as she walked into the room.

If she approached the door, he would sense her presence and open it to show that while the room was rather sparse and simple, it at least still had a table and a couple of chairs to sit at to have a conversation. There weren’t any windows, so no outsider could view in. The only light source was a bright lamp sitting on the table.

Albeit a bit spooky, but this would have to do for now given his circumstances. He didn’t really know what to talk about, nor how to really treat her. He barely had much experience in the ways of socializing with others in an environment where both parties may have wanted to pursue a friendship. The last friend he made—things did not turn out well. At the mafia, he had no friends as everyone was viewed to be his enemy.

So, this situation was new and foreign to him. He sat in his seat, rather stiff. All he could think to do was to write in a notebook:

[Hello]

Simple and to the point, but even that had put a strain on his comfort levels. Perhaps it would’ve been better to have a mediator of sorts, but there was no one that was acceptable for such a role in this situation, he thought. Primarily because he was on the run and the least amount of people who knew him or his location, the better. Besides, there wasn’t much mediation that could be done when one party barely spoke/wrote more than 2 words at a time.

Unsure of how to proceed, he patiently waited for her to join him at the table and respond to his greeting. He was giving her the chance to speak her piece first if that would help break her nerves. If anything, he could understand that she’d be unnerved by the situation. He didn’t really have anything tying him down to this place, but she did, so she had more to lose if things were to go south.

Continued from [x] with @fightingthetides

Since Ravein did not move from his place after she had waved to him, Nunnally assumed he was not interested to interact with her. As sad as it did make her, she was sure she would accept his decision and wouldn't invade his personal space. Nunnally didn't look in his direction anymore; instead she sat on the bench, her arms hugging her legs, she looked at the park and people passing by. Trying to imagine who they were. A funny thought suddenly hit her that they also might be looking at them. At Nunnally and Ravein. But none of them would have an idea of who they were. The former assassin and the mafia princess. They did not look for who they were. These names that life had given to them seemed like a title of a book (definitely a romantic novel). Or perhaps a movie. But not the reality. Right? Reality was not that ridiculous. But it was a reality and nothing could ever be done about it.

Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her phone started to buzz when the message arrived. It only took another buzz (and another message; a lucky coincidence) to make Nunnally look at her phone. Her lips turned into a bright smile when she read the message from Ravein. But again she did not look in his direction. Her gaze locked at the screen she was trying to figure out if she knew the address. And if she’d be able to get there in about 25 minutes that were left. She knew – more or less – the area, but the actual address did not tell her much. She did not want to actually google it…it would leave some traces in her phone. Nunnally started to be really cautious about Ravein. Perhaps even paranoid? She could not tell, but in his situation, it’s better to overreact. At least that was what she agreed with herself and decided to follow as her personal rule. There was no-one who knew about her and Ravein (perhaps apart from Roberto), but he was not here and he did not know what she she was doing and how she was behaving. She was on her own.

When finally she looked at the bench, where Ravein had been sitting just a few moments ago, there was already no-one there. He probably went to their meeting place. The girl considered switching off her phone, but that probably was not the best idea. Perhaps he’d send her new directions? Change the meeting place? Paranoid! She was becoming paranoid. A bit perhaps but that was good paranoid? Right? She stood up and started to walk slowly out of the park. In the opposite direction than she expected Ravein to walk away. (“Nunnally stop it”) – she scolded herself internally – (“But I am just worried about a friend.”) – she replied to herself. As no matter the whole situation, the tensions and the misunderstanding, Nunnally considered Raven a friend. And someone she should protect.

It was not such a long walk. Ravein seemed to choose a place that Nunnally was able to get in time. Even if she was slow and her sense of directions was not the best. She got there just before the suggested time. She was not really sure what to do. The place looked abandoned. The door to the shop (but was it a shop) was locked. She probably should not wait there for too long as that would draw an unwanted attention to her. Even if there seemed to be no-one around. Neither she wanted to call his name or to look for him too intensively. She knelt to tie her shoe laces. She was just on time. If he was there, he’d probably approach her. Or perhaps she’d get another text. She just needed to be patient.  

[magicalheirponsol]

Continued from: [x] @lured-into-wonderland

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol was quite pleased to see that Nunnally enjoyed the bouquet of flowers that he’d prepared for her. The custom of gifting something a month after valentine’s day was simply a custom that his mother had taught him and his brother from early on and it was something that continued into his adult years. Even if it was a custom that most Euro-centric people weren’t aware of, he would still continue the custom. Who didn’t enjoy surprise gifts, after all?

      ❝Excellent, we can decide on a time in the future. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the sight.❞

While he mostly didn’t care for others apart from how useful they could be for networking purposes, he’d always had a great care for plants. If one were to ask him if he thought his plants or humanity was more important, he’d easily answer with his plants. They were his companions and his confidants. They respond well to his care and they gave him a sense of fulfillment to see that they were growing so well under his care. Well, it wasn’t as though he alone tended to them all. He did hire specialists to help him manage all the plants in the greenhouse.

Still, he was the one who planted the seeds, designed their care routine, and also decide where to plant everything to fit his aesthetic vision. On the topic of bringing her painting supplies or drawing his flowers, he nods in response. He too has taken the time to make art of his flowers, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to be struck with inspiration upon gazing upon them and wish to draw them for herself. He had a green thumb, he was intelligent, he was charismatic, of good lineage, handsome, artistic, and so much more. Truly, he was that grand of a specimen if he could say so himself.

(Well there was one person who did exceed him in certain aspects, but he wouldn’t dwell on that for long.)

      ❝I do enjoy many flowers, but I do have a strong preference for Jasmines. I also like the cute flowers that bloom from the common spider plant. That one, I raise in my home. Her name is Matilda.❞

It was very rare for anyone to come to ‘meet’ Matilda as Ponsol was quite protective of that plant in particular. Even his elder brother was usually met with a stare of scrutiny if he wished to see the plant.

      ❝Oh? I’m honored by the invitation, I would very much enjoy to see what you’ve created to show in an art exhibition. I do dabble in some art myself.❞

Charity events were also a good way to make more connections with other people, so he would be remiss to miss out on such a chance. Seeing her style of art was also an interesting way of trying to understand her better. Did she have a more simplistic style? Complex? Did she make art more with feeling, or did she prioritize mastery of craft? Perhaps she was abstract? There was much one could extrapolate from how they go about making art.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] also referencing [x] @arealmunited

Haru smiles at him, glad that he was welcoming to her company. Haru Miura was ever the friendly person who liked making friends at every turn, so trying to reconnect with a friend wasn’t that difficult—but it could be a bit awkward.

Mostly if the other party felt awkward around her. She could understand why there was some distance between everyone, but she wasn’t very good at keeping her distance from people if they haven’t done anything wrong to her.

As far as she’s concerned, he was a friend. He was a bit different from how she remembered him last—but surely she’s changed since them too, so how is it any different? “What was Yamamoto-san doing here by yourself? Haru wasn’t interrupting something, was she?”

[queenharumiura]

She hums in thought, ‘A bit late to be noticing that now, isn’t it?’

Ah, she shakes the bitter thoughts away. She has to catch herself sometimes and shake the bad thoughts away. She’s moved on from all that, but—‘they’re monitoring me, aren’t they? What, they don’t trust me?’ She can roam around town on her own just fine, thank you. She (probably) won’t get herself into trouble!

Which was it going to be? Be grateful for the concern, or to be mildly offended? She looks at the person beside her. Be mildly offended, it is!

“Haru is just fine, she’s not feeling lonely.” She answers with an edge. She could see why Tsuna thought she seemed lonely, but that wasn’t the case. She had been keeping some distance between them because she’d moved on from her first love. From an outside view, it could make her look alone, but she was really making herself comfortable by giving herself space.

“Since we’ve established that I’m not lonely, you don’t need to obey that order.” She holds out a hand, waiting for him to return the bag that he took from her when she was gathering her bearings from the creep from before. “Can I have my bag back? I need to go into this store.” She had some crafting supplies she needed to get. “You’re busy, so you can go off and do more important things than to monitor me.”

Moved from HERE @queenharumiura

He couldn't help but smile, even slightly at the determination in her eyes. Haru was a handful sometimes, but she was never too much for him. In fact he couldn't get enough. Sometimes his teasing went a little too far, but he never hated her. He just had a shitty way of controlling his temper. Arguing was somewhat of an entertainment sometimes as they often bickered about petty small things. However he never wanted to hurt her. And every time they fought seriously and he made her cry, he hated himself for it. He'd choose his words carefully. She seemed too excited to have been able to defend herself this time for him to take her glory away so swiftly. But perhaps if she tagged along with him, he could keep her safe and he would have someone to talk to.

"The Tenth asked me to do some stuff for him. Like keep you company. Said something about you seemed lonely lately."

[queenharumiura]

“You should go and say hi to them,” she feels around her face to make sure there weren’t any tears she missed. She surely looked like a mess right now. The kids knew that when she was delivered a stack of letters, she would stay in her room and cry for some time, so they normally left her alone. The older children would take to looking after the younger ones to give her some privacy, and it was something Haru appreciated them all for. “I’ll be down later.” She had to check how swollen her eyes have gotten before she heads down.

She’s happy to know that everyone was doing fine. Honestly, she wanted to hear more about what she was missing, but she assumed that it was something she couldn’t ask about—probably something only a select few were allowed to know.

It’s a little funny to her that he asks if she’s been crying, as if he didn’t wipe away some of her tears earlier, but she guesses that he was probably being considerate, giving her the chance to play dumb like she usually would when caught in similar situations. Plausible deniability. “I have been, but don’t worry about it, it’s nothing new.” She responds somewhat vaguely. At the very least she wasn’t denying it, so take what you get.

Even if someone had hurt her, Haru wouldn’t say a word about it because it was her business to deal with and she was a self-reliant woman who didn’t need to bother others with her issues. Well, she would bring it up if she felt it was beyond her means. “Can you go and watch over the kids for me? I’ll be down in a bit.” She should at least wash her face and properly store her letters away.

Moved from HERE @queenharumiura He hadn't found it a strange sight to find her crying. He knew how Haru could get and being separated from the others was taking a toll on her. One look at her tear stained face and anyone could tell that. Tsuna had ordered him to return at once and he had a feeling it had to do with Haru missing everyone. That left the baseball nut being the next in line to keep things running smoothly back in Italy in his stead. He understood Tsuna's reasoning for keeping Haru and Kyoko out of things and choosing to remain in Japan to guarantee their safety and as her right hand, he had to comply even if that meant he and Haru wouldn't see each other as often anymore.

Hearing that Haru had taken to working with the children Tsuna had taken in was no surprise. Just look at how well she always cared for Ahoshi and I-pin. As rough as things got on the guardians, he had to admit the ladies had it just as hard. He hadn't meant to startle her when he wiped away the tears, but it bothered him to see her crying. Pain wasn't something he ever wished on her. He moved back to avoid being struck accidentally when she flinched though. Thankfully he had good reflexes. "No, I haven't seen the kids yet. And the guys are doing fine. But what about you? Your face is red....have you been crying?"

If anyone had hurt her, he wanted names.