#esotericbladework

[guardiancypress]

There was little in his past that he held as of the utmost secrecy, or something that may entirely damn him. At least, not in regards to his family and his childhood. Perhaps were there some to see the bloodshed at his hands, then there may be questions.

The answer could, perhaps even would, be one shore in steel.

His story, in fact, due to his position, was relatively well-known. It played out before his eyes now - two young siblings, orphaned at a young age, a house in disarray. Himself, still with the rounded face of childhood, sitting at the head of the table, meeting with advisors whose serpentine smiles were exaggerated in this memory - the memory of a child - more akin to masks than faces.

A scene of him - young, an early combat brought about by a foiled assassination attempt that he had been too naive and inexperienced to foil, covered in blood and holding his family blade too tightly and looking shocked.

He sensed the other’s approach even before he heard him.

At least, he supposed, it was better that it was Tequila. Someone who knew more of him than he would normally let anyone know - and once again that fact was out of his control.

But, how else?

“I assure you,”

“That I am far more confident with a blade than the child in the mist.” In part for Tequila - a way to maintain the egotism that existed between them - and in part for the other footsteps in the mist. Shambling, too far from them to know who it was, or what it was, but hopefully they would stay away.

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[cuare]

“I would move aside if I were you.” It comes as a statement, bordering a threat, rather than a suggestion. There’s a smile on his town, but something isn’t quite right.

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[sxnburst]

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Any longer with him staring he may just lose his eyes! That’s right, he’s staring right at this other being. They have a tail just like him, but what’s EVEN crazier are the ears! Oh, Sun feels a mixture between fear and awe. He’s frightened because he knows what this other guy is. He can smell the canine on him, but....but....

I’ve never met anyone else like me before. 

His own tail swishes behind him. Monkey tail eventually curls in a upward ‘U’ shape. What is he? He wants to ask, but words fail him. Instead, he inches closer, cautious. Is the tail...REAL?

[warriorswill]

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Others like him were not entirely uncommon in this world - in some instances, they seemed more prevalent than those in his own world, but that was likely due to the simple density of the island as opposed to an entire country. However, he could feel his tail swish behind him as he regarded the other. “It’s a bit odd, isn’t it? Having so many with animal traits running around here.”

[stormlashed]

@esotericbladework // event starter !

Swiveling in his chair, Phares couldn’t help but twirl the hologram star-map around in his hands for a moment longer before settling it down on the table, allowing it to project perfectly the surroundings of their not-so-humble ship.

Space. A frontier they never truly believed they’d get to explore - the final frontier, some may say! - but here they were. Their latest expedition on this ship lead to both he and the others aboard the vessel to discovering locations for not just one, but potentially multiple new planets. Unexplored planets, just waiting to be documented and researched...! 

It was practically a dream come true. 

“What do you think we’ll find here, hm?” They asked, turning to one of the other explorers traveling with them. “New species, intelligent life, new plant life...well, all of it is very much possible...so I suppose a better question would be to ask what you’re most excited to find?”

He couldn’t possibly pin down one answer himself, curiosity was always a vice of his, but should he get an answer from someone else...that could narrow their field of research to one specific topic.

“Ah...but my apologies if that’s a difficult question to answer.”

[isolaradiale]

tequila from arknights is actually ready to go! you can find his app by clicking on explore and going to the resume link

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Tequila!

You will be housed in CONDO 408.

You will retain the use of amp up up to five times per day, which can be used in conjunction with your wooden sword.

- mod altair.

[castilium]

"Why yes. Senpai and Rin organised a beach party at the end of SpiraleFes last year as a community celebration.

They took advantage of Hope au Lait's promotional channels to spread the word — and a great number of attendees made it a huge success".

❝ With spring finally here, that means summer is just around the corner. There's been lots of pool parties. Which, of course, is just as fun, but I was thinking... has anyone hosted a beach bash here quite yet? ❞

[guardiancypress]

Spending the preceding weeks in observation had him deem the candy safe to consume, particularly if he was careful about it. Nothing too bloodthirsty nor dangerous for others, which made this quite a conundrum, indeed. Thus, he considered whom he would ask to attend the ball with him, and had a mischievous thought.

A careful, and mischievous thought. Something entertaining, and something that would place a reminder of their ‘date’ for them both. Elegant wings came from his back, incandescent, glimmering like ripples on the water, that same clear of a blue spring that one could gaze into forever. His ears had gained a curve to them, playful as his hair, now perhaps a tad longer, curled around them.

His outfit was something to behold, robes draped across him in white, blue, and purple as jewelry glittered. Fanciful enough to resemble the pixies from the maze, and yet elegant enough to evoke the image of nobility among said pixies. His eyes seemed to change color, and with a bit of make-up to complete the look, he was finished.

And bowing slightly before Tequila, before holding a hand out to him. Stretched enough so the other could behold him in the glory of his costume.

“Were dressing for a festival always as easy as eating a treat, then perhaps I would be inclined to join more often.” A small chuckle, “As a representative of the pixies at this party, and out of fear for slighting them twice too many times,” a small wink before he continues.

“I must naturally ask you for this dance. And perhaps your arm for the evening after?” His smile was, perhaps, a tad more genuine than usual. Perhaps it was due to the mischief he felt he was up to? Certainly, it could not simply be the company...

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[guardiancypress]

Ayato was...

Unsure, on what was happening. Being brought to a place he didn't know, a house he was supposed to share - he had investigated as much as he could and gathered as much information as he could, and yet being once more transported to a different place was not conducive to continued investigation. Least of all what had appeared to be the end of whatever this world was, and the destruction that followed.

Wooden sword in hand - something he could still imbue with what meager power he could draw from his Vision, meager only for now, with gradual reclamation of power but at the very least he still had his Vision and for that he could be thankful - he carefully moved around the unknown house. It was...Modern, in the way that the entire island had been considered modern for him, with myriad technological advances the Commissioner could not have imagined.

Gloved hand held his blade loosely, hearing someone about to turn the corner of the hallway in front of him. For a moment, his Vision glowed enough to give away his position before moving to his sword, holding it out to block the path of the incoming visitor.

"Apologies for the intrusion," His voice had a casual lilt to it, glowing sword being held out first and followed by himself.

"But one cannot be too careful." He does not relax his pose for a moment, stepping around the blonde haired individual. "Last I saw, I was in some feverish dream of the end of the world. And yet, here I am. Hale and whole and decidedly not home."

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[guardiancypress]

It was disconcerting, to tell the truth, to meet another version of yourself.

Was it more or less disconcerting to meet another version of your long-term life and business partner? He wasn’t entirely sure. Still, the long rifle in his hands - casual weekends spent skeet shooting with business partners coming in handy for more than just business relationships, it seems, and despite the boredom he was ever inclined to impress - was held in a familiar grasp, as he looked upon a familiar visage.

But not quite. There was something off.

“Ernesto, or, would you prefer to go by something else? I wouldn’t mind, really. In fact, it may be the more preferable arrangement.” A pleasant smile graced his lips as he offered, holding out a hand.

“For, you are certainly not my Ernesto, but I am also fully aware we are not enemies, either. I believe it would be preferable for both of us if we helped each other out, even if only one of us is familiar in any capacity with the other, hm?”

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