#definedeath

[settleintoash]

left outside his place of stay, a particular package is delivered. there was no reason for her to hand it over in person, especially in regards to the fact she plans on inviting both him and ines out later for a proper celebration. still, what's left behind is none other than a cake when opened, decorated to the nines and, in turn, with a bunch of candles awaiting to be lit.

the tag is simplistic, reading from Ines and W, not needing to say anymore as to why it was left. beneath the cake itself was another note, however, addressed from none other than ines, reading as follows:

Good luck. She changed the candles when I wasn't looking. Ines.

"....Shit."

He closes his eyes, holding the package as looks around. Luckily, nobody else was around.

"The cake is going to explode."

"Still...Heh."

"It feels nostalgic. The first birthday we've gotten to spend together in a while."

[sarkazmercenary]

SNOWBALL FIGHTS WERE, TRUTH BE TOLD, more lackluster than actual explosions, she would admit. yet they still had their sense of charm, something playful without the risk of it all, meant more for silly warfare than true life or death situations. and even more so, it made perfect ammo for breaking the ice when a familiar face is within view, much like an old comrade who had the misfortune of being spotted by the chaotic sarkaz. no way was the other going to merely pass up this opportunity, either, aiming with precision and biding her time.

snow launches itself swiftly, accurately calculated... were it not for the instinct with which the shadows were so imbued, especially in the beautiful care that was ines. so, of course her chilly bullet misses, leaving her more to delight in what expression flits across the caprinae's face before erupting into a fit of laughter.

❝ Haha! You should've seen your face. Hey, hey. Should I start calling you snowball head as a callback to the old days? And it's not like there was a bomb in it. ❞ truly, nobody could be more playfully insufferable than w... ❝ Actually, do you think you could fit one in there without anyone knowing? ❞

@definedeath

[isolaradiale]

oops all berries time got away from me so i'd like to reapp ines from arknights, please!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Ines!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 207.

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make three IC posts or you will be considered inactive once more.

– mod altair.

[retracedwill]

@definedeath

Was Oz regretting his choice of a guardian already? Yes, yes he was. He didn't think he would immediately revert into the form of a rabbit, or rather a hare, and one that was much smaller than the gigantic chain he once was. At least he could still swing his scythe around.

Which is exactly what he was doing, while desperately chasing after a normal hare. The irony of the situation isn't lost on him-- but food is food, and they're running low on food stores back at the mansion.

"Hold still already! I'm trying to make this as painless as possible for the both of us, you stupid hare!"

It certainly made for a rather comedic sight. And, as focused on his target as he is, he's unlikely to notice anyone else swooping in...

[mirevasan]

NAME / ALIAS: hi i'm jiwoo but also go by maeve, whichever you prefer is okay with me!

AGE / AGE GROUP: 28!

PRONOUNS: she/her + they/them

TIMEZONE: MST aka mountain standard time or gmt-7

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: i am originally from colorado but moved back in 2014/15 to new mexico and have been here ever since (and i am melting pls send help)

CHARACTERS IN THE GROUP:

elaria lavellan / da: inquistion (you are here)

ritsuka fujimaru (f) / fate / @hopeled

u-olga marie / fate / @animasend

caster of midrash (queen of sheba) / fate / @spiriteyed

ines / arknights / @definedeath

shaundi / saints row / @beijaflora

A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: hi hello, i've been in the group since about 2018 so some of you have probably seen me around i was That Void that had all the fate muses and it's been a Hot Minute. i love fate a lot and am also a big fan of dragon age, elden ring, and bloodborne so if you ever ask me about that just. just i am so sorry if i start rambling. i am also an artist and draw a lot, i like gardening and singing! i've been practicing archery since i was 13 and i also know korean, spanish, and italian.

if you ever wanna talk ooc, you can find my main twitter here or you can add me on discord too, it's animasphere just let me know who you are!

[isolaradiale]

oops realized i forgot my ooc contact with the first ask so ignore that one please! now, apping in Ines from Arknights, app is located under /a and it should have all the information needed, sorry!

Welcome to memorable Isola Radiale, Ines!

You will be housed in HOUSE 119.

You will retain your ability to use your originium arts to manipulate small shadows up to five times per day.

You will also receive a wooden sword and a pocket-sized sewing kit.

– ⋆ taygeta.

[settleintoash]

"I'm getting less and less inclined to invite him over." Still, he's smiling like an idiot, with his closest friends here and an exploding cake.

"Luckily he's pretty used to whatever kind of chaos you two are already planning." He eats some of the cake himself, not like old age has made him picky about eating around shrapnel or bomb residue.

"Let's go get something to eat. We can let W clean this up, since it's the yard in her house."

that didn't go unnoticed by the caprinae. flecks of cake on her be damned this once. (she's going to make him pay for her clothes if they stain. at least her hair avoided the sticky mess.) " Yeah, yeah, save the names for later, W."

" A friend?" she didn't need to see his shadow to know something was up. " What sort of 'friend' are we talking about here? Don't tell me you got a writing buddy stashed away somewhere, hiding them from us."

[sarkazmercenary]

SUCH A TYPICAL REACTION FROM HER. an expected step in this strange little dance they entertain between one another, along to a tune only they have known since too long ago. still, perhaps the smile which sprawls upon her face is telling, even when the sarkaz woman would hardly lay her heart upon her sleeve for all to view, let alone allow them to live upon doing so. ❝ Ooooh, scary~. I'd just tell Hoederer that's his bed from then on. Might even sober him up so he changes up that look of his, right? ❞ only the smallest of her telltale laugh escapes her at the playful diss to their fellow mercenary.

one hand lifts, snow balled into a perfect circle tossing up and down into a gloved palm as the other presses against her hip.

❝ You think? Nah, I think it'd be just fine. The snow won't melt without a little bit of a heat to it. And that heat? It doesn't come until after the BOOM. ❞ and then it is tossed behind her as snow crunches beneath her feet, closing the distance between her and the one who has always kept watch of her from the shadows. ❝ Maybe I'll take you up on it, though? You could even tell me all about it when you drag your sorry ass back up from that place. Can't bury you here when there's no corpse left to bury. Puts a little wrench in your playing dead shtick, don't it? ❞

there were few who would ever so openly launch an attack against the caprinae. not that a ball made of snow could be deadly to your ordinary person, but in the hands of a skilled combatant, a simple straw could render a target unconcious. luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for her, the one throwing the snow was a face the shadows could never forget, one she would know blind. the snow is thrown and the mercenary dodges with ease, but this song and dance is expected. Ines knew better-- if W wanted to hit her, she would. no, this was nothing more than a rather annoying way to get her attention.

"Do that and you'll find ice in your bed every morning you wake up." a tired sigh falls from her lips, expression showing nothing that could hint at her being delighted to see the other woman. even if Ines was looking for her, it's not like she would admit that. such a thing was always left unspoken, wasn't it?

" The liquid from the snow would ruin anything in the bomb before it has a chance to explode. Actually, I encourage you to go ahread and try it. Maybe then you'll get some sense knocked into you."

[sarkazmercenary]

NOR DID IT FOR THE SARKAZ, all profanities out the window the moment as she, too, hones in. swiping away some of the cake, she licks her fingers clean of it, caring little about any residue.

❝ Ooo~. Sounds like he is. What, did he think he'd be able to keep it from you for long? Get real. ❞ leaning forward, her tail sways, mischievous as always as she eyes him up and down as the flick of her wrist sends the rest of the frosting right back at him. ❝ And it's not like I wouldn't notice you bringing over someone to my house. So, who is it? Gonna spill the beans or what? ❞

"I was going to invite a friend over, but thankfully Ines did give that warning." The way he says a friend implies more, but we'll leave that topic on the table for now.

"I did get some of it in my mouth, it was pretty good. Despite the explosion." He takes some of the exploded cake and flicks it at both W and Ines - matching, for good measure.

"Thanks."

[settleintoash]

"I was going to invite a friend over, but thankfully Ines did give that warning." The way he says a friend implies more, but we'll leave that topic on the table for now.

"I did get some of it in my mouth, it was pretty good. Despite the explosion." He takes some of the exploded cake and flicks it at both W and Ines - matching, for good measure.

"Thanks."

she's not going to laugh. even if the sight of the stalwart, annoyingly literature loving mercenary covered in bits of cake and frosting from the waist up was hilarious, she was not going to laugh. that'd be giving W ammo she absolutely did not need.

".....I told you 'good luck'. "

[sarkazmercenary]

ONLY THE SHIT-EATING GRIN COULD BE SEEN, the sound of footsteps in the sand sounding her approach. honestly, even if ines didn't laugh, it was good enough for her to see the stick in the mud merc covered in the cake, making it all the more sweeter.

❝ Hahaha! You actually lit them? Damn... and it was just you. I was hoping you'd share it with someone for a two-for-one. So Ines gave you a heads up? Always ruining the fun, that bitch. ❞ spoken affectionately, of course.

There is a distant explosion in the Land of Burnt Umber. Anyone who would come to see the source of it would see a one-eyed, horned man in a backyard, the remains of cake splattered all over him.

In response to questioning, he'd simply turn to whoever approached and respond:

"It's my birthday."