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[shardsword]

❝ Hmph. So you think I'm the fabled Grim Reaper they speak of? ❞ nothing too far-fetched, given the looming essence of death and rebirth which clings to him. in the end, he was merely a monster in some despicable guise as a person. for one to mistake the man skulking about as such, well... he could hardly blame them. ❝ I was here seeking it myself. Nothing more. ❞

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[lightblume]

Though Tsuru often found many people wandering the forest, there were very few that looked so comfortable amongst the greenery. She watches from a distance at first, a young woman seated snugly under a tree with a book in hand. A couple of pixies made themselves at home in the branches above her and if Tsuru weren't mistaken, she could hear the sound of quiet chattering amongst them. Curious, but still a little wary, she ventures closer and peaks out from behind the tree trunk that the woman lies against before inquiring, "A lovely day, isn't it? Not many venture this far into the forest, so consider me impressed." A basket hangs from her arm as Tsuru finally ventures around the trunk to stand at her side.

"Do you happen to like tea? It may go well with your book."

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[volontedacier]

⠀⠀⠀⠀// @firehrt

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I have told you before— being on good terms with my Master does not open my doors to your whims and vices. Which means—" A quick swipe of the hand, snatching away the expensive bottle of wine the would-be freeloader tried to sneak out of his manor. "— you pay for my goods and services. Your talents are not enough to escape my notice, so be prepared to end up in debt if you cannot afford your growing tab."

[hopeled]

though Ritsuka had initially come to this party by herself, she had spotted a few known faces in the small crowd and one of those just so happened to be someone she called her best friend. ( though in truth, it is a level far beyond that, more closer to the same level Ritsuka holds Mashu at.) instinct told her to immediately greet the other woman, but a combination of....recent experiences and an idea keeps her from practically running and leaping into Aelin's arms. instead, she pulls out her phone.

to. 😊Aelin😊 from. Ritsuka

[txt] well well, look what the assassin dragged in! [txt] i can see you but can you see me? [txt] if you can find me in five minutes, i'll buy you lunch for a week~

she could call out to the assassin as a hint, but that would be too expected. so Ritsuka waits behind a large bush filled with flowers after putting her phone on silent, eyes periodically peeking over the foliage to see if she's gotten closer to finding her or not.

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[roshield]

13 & 16!

romance & relationship headcanons!

13. what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner?

kindness, communication, and strength. kindness and caring is kind of the big one for him, as well as communication. strength can be anything - strength of mind, physical strength, emotionally strong - and it's not a dealbreaker because he knows there are some things he's not very strong with.

16. what is/are your muse's love language(s)?

physical touch! he's a lot touchy than what people might assume him to be. cid's really rubbed off on him, but he was also kind of touchy when he was younger too. words of affirmation is a close second for sure.

[isolaradiale]

Sorry about that, illness got the better of me! I’d like to reapply Aelin Galathynius from the Throne of Glass series after getting hit in the ac!

Welcome back to haunted Isola Radiale, Aelin!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 215!

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

NOTE: As you were removed in an AC, you have one week to make two in-character posts else you will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your stay!

⋆ Aspidiske

[hopeled]

" Hey! I have standards, you know!" a pause, for dramatic effect mostly. " Standards in which a few people fit perfectly but that's besides the point. If you want to get me something no one else could, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you there."

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀A cake for you, a cake for me... At least make this a challenge. There must be something you want that no one else could manage to get you — then again, you are easy to please.⠀ ❜⠀

[sanpatron]

At a table off in some corner of the Lily of the Valley—away from the handful or so of customers here for a meal—sits a very tall and well-built man in his forties. With a laptop beside him, various papers strewn about, and a whiskey highball in hand, he continues to work diligently on the fiances he hadn’t quite kept up with given all the events that had occurred over the past two weeks here in the city of Spirale.

This is Django Foley. Or at least not the Django Foley most of you might be more familiar with. This Django is a much more quiet and humble man, one who has found a far less violent and traumatic way to live out his life and give himself that sense of fulfillment that every person with cognitive thinking desires.

He has no life mission. No grander sense of purpose or need to leave behind some kind of legacy. He is simply content in enjoying what life has to offer and providing the citizens of this fine city the best and most comforting food he can whip up in a reasonable amount of time. And occasionally do some artwork on the side.

To tell you the truth, he was kind of glad his other self had decided to go off on his own and entertain himself. As hospitable as Django was towards The Boss, he didn’t exactly feel all that comfortable with the man given his prior line of work. He can claim all he wants that he hasn’t done anything of the sort in quite some time, but the way in which The Boss says he’s more on standby than actual retirement leaves Django somewhat unsettled.

Not to mention the man’s insistence on having this verbal agreement done and over with so he can move on doesn’t help either.

Now it’s in the middle of him keeping tabs on the Lily’s supplies that Django happens to spot one of his regulars. A quick adjustment of his reading glasses is all he needs to know that a favorite of his has arrived. There’s a gleam in his eyes and a warmth to his smile as the man happily calls over to the city’s most famous medical professional.

“ My dear, Aelin! Come over here! Sit a while. What brings you over? ”

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[medblethderg]

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What were two beautiful women doing in one of the island’s most opulent and expensive stores? (Wedding) dress shopping, of course! How Medb had dragged Aelin to such a place was anyone’s guess, but the pile of gowns in her hands (and the grin the Servant wore) indicated that there was no escape.

“Come now! I have even more things for us to try on!”

[khaenriahn]

WHEN IT CAME TO THE affairs of his fellow knights, not much went beyond his notice, especially when it came to one as important as jean. so the acting grand master had been seen in the company of another more often than not lately, has she? this only serves to cause his own curiosity to pique if only just a smidgen on who she might keep in her company during her stay. someone with good intent, lest his fellow knight made it clear her stance, all with the grace of a leader. perhaps it was what lead him to taking the first steps in making contact with her, a want to get to know who this new acquaintance was the best he can.

not that he didn’t think she could keep herself safe, knowing just how capable the dandelion knight was, especially in order to take the place of grand master varka in his absence. so he was merely seeking to support her, however that may come about in the end. and when he notes a head of blonde walk through the door, it was easy enough to recognize the woman as the very person he had invited out for an evening of conversation and drink.

                                                 were she inclined to stay, that was一

❝ My, it’s a pleasure to finally meet. I’m Kaeya, ❞ he greets her, usual smile painted across his features as fingers twirl the glass stem. ❝ Kaeya Alberich. I’m an associate of Jean’s. I hope you have a taste for fine wine, otherwise I may have to take these bottles home by the end of the night. ❞

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[wiltingbeast]

⠀⠀Her guess is right. He loathes the honeyed tone she takes in response. She could probably sense his eyes rolling away from her, a groan suppressed as he takes another look of their surroundings. Once she ends up explaining herself, Adam gives a nod of agreement— it's far too easy to get complacent here. The occasional city-wide panic keeps people on their toes, but not frequently enough.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hm, you're right... So keeping the senses sharp pays off, eventually." Is that also his reasoning for putting himself in danger like this? ... Mostly. But he has no reason to open up that much to an assassin, even if she's one of the few residents he's kept familiarity with over the years. "I'm not sure how long you've been here, but I think I'll start heading back now."

⠀⠀— So, his assumption was correct. The new presence was one of the island residents. That very presence was faint— almost too faint to even notice. But even the natural beasts of these woods can only blend in so well. The flash from his blade was more of a test than one of actual, harmful intent. It got the woman's attention fairly well— a familiar face he hasn't seen in quite some time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"That was my polite hello." It's hard to tell if that was a sincere clarification, or the rare occasion of dry humor on Adam's part. "... You haven't been here in quite some time. Hm— neither have I. But I don't recall this being one of your hobbies... Why are you out here?"

[fierydaggers]

starter call // @firehrt

It was inevitable that Ignis would bump into someone eventually. He had thus far managed to avoid something so embarrassing, and not just embarrassing but also somewhat pitiful, but he should have known his lucky streak would not last somewhere so... populated. It was almost enough to make him miss the wilderness, or damp caves, or even Gralea.

He did not run hard into the other individual, not at all, in fact he barely grazed her. His reaction time was enough that he was able to twist out of the way, but at the cost of dropping grocery bag he was carrying onto the ground.

Damn. “Forgive me. I was inexcusably clumsy. I didn’t hurt you, I trust?”

[volontedacier]

     // @firehrt​  |  Unprompted Starter

          “So... you are the one my Master has been associating with?“

     The Count makes no attempt to hide his presence-- there was no need. His confident grin greeted the young woman once she turned to face him, the man’s hat removed from his head and placed across his chest for a slight bow. A red eye gleamed through the darkness, his gaze fully fixated on the woman before him... studying her. The grin slowly melted away, his expression more neutral as he began to summarize what her body language told the Avenger.

          “Hm... You walk as a woman of the dagger. What business does an assassin have with my Master? For your sake... I hope your intentions are well-meaning.”

[hopeled]

" I don't know where to start, exactly.........a lot has happened." understatement of the century if there ever was one. finding the right place to start just to answer Aelin's question was more of a challenge than fighting Zeus. on one hand, Ritsuka didn't want to recount the rather grisly details but she also didn't want to make it appear as if she was hiding anything from the assassin either.

a long sigh fills the comfortable silence, fingertips tapping against her cheek, brows furrowed in deep thought.

" Well, I did go and play soccer with some talking dinosaurs! That was pretty fun."

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[lightblume]

"Quite." Aelin gets it.

"Certainly there are better excerpts to recite to your beloved. Or better yet, recite nothing at all and come up with an original piece of your own. What of you, Aelin, what are your preferred gifts?"

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀The genre itself is one thing, but reciting tragedy on a holiday about love ? Isn't that a bit like hoping for rain on your wedding day ? It's not even a matter of superstition, just common sense. Relationships have enough problems without tempting fate on top of it.⠀ ❜⠀

[beijaflora]

       " Come on, clearly the guy in orange has the upper-hand! Who the hell uses their boot as a weapon? "

 what was this, third fucking grade? when it comes to fighting, one should at least have some basic knowledge on how to, you know, fight. hell, even mimicking scenes from some action movie would do! anything other than what the other guy was doing. which, from her perspective, looked to be winging it and hoping he doesn't get knocked flat on his ass. 

       the woman sighs, arms folding across her chest as she leans against one of the many vehicles in the Denny's parking lot. how long had this fight been going on-- ten, maybe fifteen minutes? the brawlers had good endurance, she'll give them that. " Thirty bucks says th--"

 before she can finish, the guy in orange wasn't quick enough and took a hard left hook to the face, resulting in a less than graceful fall to the ground. Shaundi flinches back, grimacing as she whistles. oh, that had to have hurt.

                    " -- he's gonna be feelin' that for the next week. "

@firehrt​ we should really charge admission for this