#nesatios

[revenantress-blog]

@nesatios

Even when the majority of the magic is drained away, it is hard to miss the sight and sound of a bard with their focus. Requiem takes pleasure in her music, even when there’s no spells being cast from the edge of her bow. Each spell has a song, and each spell has a melody that cannot be reproduced to form something else. Blight is blight. Light is light. 

This song is her favorite, the sleep spell that she can cast in the midst of a town square and leave its edges snoozing. It’s ominous and sits on her chest like a beast, and so, Requiem plays it frequently when she’s feeling somewhat close to melancholy.  This is another time, another space, where she hides in the outer fragments of Yesteryear, viola beneath her chin.

The song ends in a small flourish, and the three other phantom musicians fade out with her, leaving nothing but mutual silence behind.

“Any requests?” She calls to it, hardly expecting an answer. 

[wiltingbeast]

     // @nesatios

          “It’s one thing to be out and about during the night... it’s another if that business takes place in Fibonacci.“

     The faunus called out to the young man passing by, having stopped on his way back to housing. He didn’t recognize the stranger as a resident of Fibonacci, and he’s clearly not heading for the housing area of the ward. It’d be easy to assume that the stranger had less-than-good intentions to take care of at this hour... but this vibe of anxiety Adam gets from the other doesn’t quite suit the assumption. Perhaps the man has already finished his time in the ward, and was simply late on making his way out.

          “It’d be best for you to hurry along. This may not be the lower levels, but good things rarely happen around here at night.”

[tagor-gor]

@nesatios

My, you look like the hottest mess I’ve seen all day.

[ That wasn’t a compliment. ]

Tea bags work to cover up dark circles.

Have you heard of Bath and Body Gore? I’m sure you’d clean up nicely.

*_________

[24hrmajima-blog]

@nesatios

“Crazy game, eh?” Majima collapsed onto a bench in a dramatic fashion, sporting a dented metal bat that certainly wasn’t his own to begin with along with a tanto. Neither of them seemed to have been used solely for popping balloons, of the red sheen the blade had was any clue. 

“I like th’ guy’s flair but forcing everyone here t’ play? For shame! There’s kids and women too weak to handle themselves-- with people more than willin’ to... well, steal their points, if ya catch my meaning.”

[spiderstaff]

✏ :3c

Parasols are for sharing! ☀️

[isolaradiale]

Hello there! I'd like to apply for Doru Donavich from Curse of Strahd (the 5th edition D&D campaign!) You can find the app, stats, and rules in the squares on the left, or you can go to /app, /stats, and /rules! My personal is salmonandsoup! (I forgot to put this for Izek at boyevoytopor, too, but it's the same person!)

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Doru!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 348!

You’ll retain your Spider Climb ability.

-- mod spica

[rexerrat]

@nesatios oo1. / s.c.

{ 👑 } FROM BETWIXT LIPS AN UNHOLY GROWL, nap interrupted quite rudely indeed —- the sight of the grotesque cats and accompanying imagery something meant to SHOCK AND AWE. He barks out a short laugh; ❝ha, I've seen Grima. NICE TRY, though!❞ Admittedly, he'd almost like K’horii, almost were it not for the HORRIBLE little tinny of worry in the back of his skull —— whether he's liked it not, he made friends!

A HISS, FINGER CURLING AROUND A kitchen knife as he jumps, leaps off balcony edge to drive the point of the blade into a snow white balloon. Pop!

❝ALRIGHT THEN, PUSS, I'LL SHOW YOU —- ❞

[chalicearrow-blog]

With no devoted sleep schedule to conform to, Hajime was only returning to the apartment on their floor when the news lit up his phone screen. He kept it together with a furrowed brow at most, but a panicking girl he knew left her apartment to slide down against the wall, breathing frantically. He spent a few minutes with her. Awkward as his comfort could be --- a quiet voice and a listening ear --- it seemed to help, and then he moved off to his own door to prepare.

In his room, he picked up the bow and arrows from the city for the first time in a while. He hadn’t even had the chance to use the night fragment, which he could use on... someone. It was a good idea to have someone he trusted watching his back in the chaos and player killers, and they could use the effect...

...Which is how he ended up in front of Doru’s door, knocking politely. “Are you awake? Did you see the news?”

He was the one roommate Hajime had seen, probably. The glimpse of a strange shape crawling out of the corner of his eye that day might have been his imagination. In either case, if the man tried killing him for points, it would make things tense in the apartment. Hajime hoped that was enough for someone he hadn’t really met.

@nesatios

[cyfre]

nesatios replied to your post: “I guess I should make copies of the penis spell...

“p-penis spell? are you a sorceress?”

“I’m a Speaker that knows magic, better than a sorceress or a witch!”

[nesatios-blog]

@chalicearrow.

╬ ;; doru sighed lightly, biting his lip as he stood in front of one of the doors in this strange home.  he’d been so tired the first day or so of k’horii’s little game that he’d completely slept through it, and apparently he’d tried to be summoned.  that left him feeling quite awkward and guilty, so he knocked.

          “e-excuse me.  i... i wanted to apologize for missing you when you talked to me a few days ago.  i was very tired and when i woke up, you were not there.  i heard you in my sleep but didn’t realize that it wasn’t a dream, so i just wanted to apologize,” he said.  “i have had very poor manners.  i will not have them any more, if you still want to associate with me.  my name is doru donavich, and it is nice to meet you... if you want to come out and talk.  if not, i understand.”

[jurnalbucuresti-blog]

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Radio Europa Libera : Controlorul nesăţios şi nepoliticos

Iulian Ciocan

Aproape în fiecare zi, văd cum taxatoarele îşi fură propria Regie, profitînd de „bunătatea” mare a pasagerilor care nu mai iau bilete.

Ar fi bine să mă audă cineva de la Regia Transport Electric, căci cu recepţionarea telefonică a plîngerilor această Regie are probleme. Chestia e că fiul meu a fost amendat pe nedrept, cred eu, într-un troleu, după care şi fiul, şi eu am fost ofensaţi de un controlor grobian care, se vedea de la o poştă, tare mai voia bani.

Ce s-a întîmplat de fapt? Am urcat într-un troleu nr. 22 în sectorul Botanica cu intenţia să ajung în sectorul Buiucani. I-am plătit 2 lei pentru călătorie taxatoarei. Asta fac mereu. La Teatrul de Operă şi Balet, în troleu a intrat şi fiul meu. Bucuroşi că ne-am întîlnit, am început să discutăm cu însufleţire. După cîteva staţii, ne-am pomenit cu un controlor superzelos alături care ne-a cerut să-i arătăm biletele. Eu aveam, fiul nu. Atunci am realizat că taxatoarea, care îmi ceruse mie 2 lei, nu s-a mai apropiat de noi ca să-i plătească şi fiul. Poate a fost în preajmă, poate a şi spus ceva, cum susţine controlorul, dar în mod cert noi, antrenaţi într-o discuţie interesantă, n-am simţit nici o atingere, n-am văzut-o şi n-am auzit-o, pur şi simplu.

Controlorul grobian ne-a spus să coborîm cu el la o staţie şi… a început show-ul. Ne-a cerut, privindu-ne ca pe nişte infractori notorii, să plătim o amendă de 50 de lei. Zadarnic i-am explicat că taxatoarea nu s-a apropiat de noi şi că oricum era să plătim înainte să ieşim, dacă nu se mai apropia. Zadarnic i-am explicat că discutam şi pur şi simplu am uitat că fiul nu plătise. Zadarnic i-am explicat că nu sîntem oamenii care vor să fraierească Regia Transport Electric.

„Nu mai spuneţi poveşti! Hai, plătiţi amenda!” s-a răstit la noi, nerăbdător, contolorul nesăţios.

Vreau să fiu înţeles bine. Nu faptul că am plătit 50 de lei mă supără. M-a supărat felul în care acel individ, al cărui nume nu-l divulg aici, a vorbit cu noi. El vorbea cu noi aşa de parcă eram nişte lepădături care voiam să furăm doi lei de la Regie.

Aproape în fiecare zi, văd cum taxatoarele îşi fură propria Regie, profitînd de „bunătatea” mare a pasagerilor care nu mai iau bilete. Aceste pierderi de bani îl interesează oare pe controlorul superzelos? Cred că nu.

[revenantress-blog]

✿ (he probably got her white lilies)

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

✿ = buying them flowers .

“Oh! You shouldn’t have, dear.” Her experiences with life don’t come to plants. It’s for things of flesh and blood, and so, there’s something a bit nice about the gesture. Taking the lilies in hand, Requiem smiles, careful and kind.

“These are lovely. I enjoy them quite a bit- I’ll have to see if my home has a vase available to keep these.” 

[infernalbound-blog]

"so... y-you... you feel it, too. something different." doru's voice doesn't stammer as much anymore as he looks out over the sea near the boardwalk.

“...I was wondering about that.”

He chuckles, but there’s little joy in it as his hand goes to his bangs. The horns could easily be mistaken for an odd hairstyle if no one touches them, but things are certainly progressing.

“Did you go back, too? I don’t know how this city works, but I’m assuming it was really you, there.”

If so, they have a lot to talk about.

[spiderstaff]

@nesatios

The weather channel is a bunch of lies, Kay decides. It was supposed to be cloudy all day, so she deemed it safe to run an errand without her parasol.

Lo and behold, around noon the clouds parted, leaving the city bathed in bright sunlight. Kay, panicking, ducks into the shade of the first building she can find. She gingerly touches the skin on her face and hands, hoping the sunburn isn’t too bad.

Even with her keen darkvision, it takes a second for her to notice she’s not alone in the shadows; maybe whoever it is doesn’t want to be seen.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was back here.” She goes on the defensive on instinct, but knows she can’t run back into the sunlight.

“Is it OK if I stay here? Just until the clouds come back.”

[infernalbound-blog]

❝ even if i’m far away, i’ll hold you in my heart. ❞

Disney Lyrics

...Doru’s a strange one. Strange and probably misguided. It’s misguided of him to care so much about someone he only knows part of, the part that Devon prefers to show.

Strahd isn’t the only devil out there.

That’s what he’d told Doru in that church basement, when Doru had spoken of fear of his condition, of what it might make him do. Devon supposes the two of them aren’t so different, in that respect. If they’re not careful, both of them could cause a lot of harm.

Make sure the voice in your head you’re listening to is really yours.

He still thinks Doru’s being a bit silly, caring about him. But Devon can’t deny that it’s...nice to be cared about. Nice to have someone else who understands. And he wants to make sure Doru’s safe. He doesn’t want anyone else to suffer in that kind of way.

“...Heh. Yeah.” His mouth’s unexpectedly dry. “Just...make sure you’ve still got room for yourself in there, too.”

[spiderstaff]

@nesatios ☾

There’s still hours before sunrise, so Kay’s parasol is tucked safely away at home. Few people are on the street at this hour; being nocturnal has its perks sometimes.

She didn’t expect to run into anyone, especially not a familiar face. This is the guy that helped her out of the sun a few days ago!

“Hi!” She waves as she approaches, hoping she isn’t disturbing him. “We met the other day, I’m not sure if you remember. I thought I should thank you for letting me sit with you in the shade. I really appreciate it!”