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ofwidogasts‌

“Ja…” Caleb replied, voice muffled behind his hands, brows furrowing at the familiar, unforgettable cadence of a member of his party. Stealing a glance to the newcomer, it was Fjord… but not. A human version of Fjord sat next to him, glancing over the book surrounding them. Though, knowing his own magic was working fine and well within this world, Caleb could only assume the half orc had disguised himself to fit among the predominately human population that seemed to infest this world. Still, that accounted for everything but the unfamiliarity his friend seemed to address him with. 

 “Hard not to with Jester’s adoration of it. Though, I never took you for one who’d enjoy trashy smut like that, Mr. Fjord.” He commented idly, despite the confusion that he was feeling, turning to stare at his companion. “But, I’ve yet to come upon it in this library, fortunately for me.”

          ❝ trashy what now ? ❞ names and everything aside, he’d been looking                for smut this whole time ? why hadn’t anyone told him !? maybe that                was why it didn’t pop up on the computer. wait-- who saw him looking               it up ? gods he was making a damn fool of himself. ❝ you’re kiddin’ me               right ? ah didn’t just spend a good twenty or so minutes askin’ around                for smut... ❞ 

              well, there goes the last of his pride. it’s surprising no one pulled him               aside to even give him the courtesy of a pep talk. why-- why had he had               the name of something like that swimming around in his head for two                days ? where had he even heard something like that ? 

           ❝ listen bud... ❞ gently, he slaps a hand down on the other’s shoulder                despite the grime coating his clothes.  ❝ let’s not go around tellin’                people what happened here today-- ❞

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     she’d been at his boat once before and then he’d seen her again when       weathering the most recent storm. whatever it was, something about       her felt so-- safe. she was pretty eccentric and childish, from what he      observed, but even from a distance, he felt at ease with her. 

     from what he was currently observing, she was just naturally that social.       so why was it that he felt he was missing something ? it just so happened      that they were in the same place at the same time again so it seemed like      the perfect time to stop and chat-- 

     --when his stomach started acting up again in the WORST possible way.  

     he’s about ready to reach out to tap her on the shoulder when his arms       retract immediately to his stomach. the knot that reared its head against       was almost incapacitating and, instead of tapping her on the shoulder,       he stumbled into her, pushing past her and taking a seat on a nearby       sidewalk bench.

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ofwidogasts‌

Caleb scowled, frustrated, down at the book that as those before it, held no mention of any sort of familiar information. No mentions of Wildemount, nor Tal’Dorei, the Empire, or schools of magic. History books were filled with war and politics, but none he’d heard of before- mechanics and gunpowder of this world replacing magic and heavy weapons of… of his world? With such strange surroundings and the complete change of history, it took the better part of a few days to come to the conclusion that he had been yanked to a plane not his own. Just his luck.

His table at the local library he had stumbled upon was piled high with books that were slowly seeming to engulf the empty space and shield him from view. This, mixed with his haggard appearance had garnered a good number of looks from the people around him. Thankfully, he was too invested in extracting every bit of information he could from any text he could get his hands on to care for the stares thrown his way.

“Scheiße…” He breathed out, putting another book into a pile to his right, taking the brief pause to rub at his face and take a breath. In doing so, he failed to notice the person approaching his table. “Why is it when I need them most, books seem to fail me?”

      there were so many: piled on shelves, piled on carts, piled on tables-- way too       many to go through when he has work in a few hours. the easiest thing to do is       check to computers and see if it’ll come up by title or to ask someone. 

      unfortunately, this title didn’t see to exist on any of the shelves here ( just his        luck ) but it had to be somewhere. it’d been on his mind for a good forty-eight       hours, which means he had to have heard it somewhere. 

   ❝ beggin’ yer pardon... ❞ he saddles up, quite literally in his near mounting of the        chair besides the bibliophile. ❝ ...ah... don’t mean to pry but you wouldn’t have              heard of some book called TUSK LOVE have ya ? ah’ve got no clue where        ah heard the name but it’s been drivin’ me up a wall. ❞ 

       quickly, he eyes up the stack already starting to climb. nope, nothing but history        books. ❝ hm... historical-- my mistake. ❞

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watchthecrxwn‌

“Oh, come on! This is an emergency!” Akira was torn to remove his Joker disguise but from the captain’s reaction, he was ready to turn him in on the spot. He put on a sarcastic voice. “The usual. Being a vigilante, beating up a crook, finding out he has a concealed knife now jammed in my gut. Just a regular Saturday night.” 

           a vigilante. people like that still ran around acting on behalf of justice ?             it wasn’t some movie trope ? ❝ and this crook-- they’re not followin’ you            now are they ? ah want no part of whatever mess you’ve got yourself             into-- y’hear me kid ? if i get into some kind’a trouble on your behalf--             ah swear... ❞

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dvlmch‌

     ❝ yer stuck ‘ere too then, eh? ❞ eyebrow raises, curiosity is a sharp beast crawling within, he’s a special one alright. got her attention. ❝ seems like a whole bunch’a us are just stuck here waitin’ till shit blows over, if it ever does– ❞

     it’s far from a funny remark, but nico lets out a laugh ( with a hint of a goofy snort for added.. nico-ness ) and holds out her non-cigarette holding hand to him. ❝ dunno if you’ve ever been lookin’ for a gun, but if you have then you’ve probably heard of me, nico goldstein - artisan of arms at yer service. ❞

     ❝ well not at yer service ‘cause i can’t work right now, but y’know what i mean don’tcha. ❞

@captntusktooth / liked starter call.

           ❝ yeah-- looks like it. wish we weren’t. ah’ve got a boat out on the marina               that could go down in weather like this. ❞ what was even weirder than the                situation was the fact that snow felt almost foreign to him. in a place like                this at this time of year, there was guaranteed to be snowfall.                it was basically common knowledge, so why did it feel strange to him. 

          ❝ ah can’t say ah’ve been in the market for a gun, but it’s still a pleasure to              meet’cha nonetheless. the name’s fjord. ah’m over at the naval museum               givin’ tours most of the week. don’t know how interested you are in ships,              sailin’, or naval history but if you’ve been over there, y’might’ve seen me. ❞

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angelinresidence‌

Angela was reading a book she had picked up in the gift shop across the way. Some story about the different presidents that lined the hallways. Not being American, Angela actually appreciated the brief moment to learn about the different men. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when a man spoke out to her. “Oh, it’s no problem at all.” She smiled up at the man before her smile fell slightly. “Well, I am not sure in all honesty. I heard some of the guards saying that we might be snowed in here for the next few days.” Angela looked towards a window where the snow was falling bad enough that it seemed to just be awash in white outside. “I hope they somehow let us out of here…..I don’t like being away from my clinic for too long.” She turned back to the man. “Sorry I couldn’t provide a better answer.”

            ❝ no... no it’s fine, thank you. that’s probably t’best answer ah’m gonna                get about all a’this. ❞ everyone else probably had the same level of                 knowledge about the situation that he did. ❝ ah hope this all blows                 over soon. ah’m gonna have to bail out my boat for a straight week                and that’s before replacin’ all of my furniture. ❞

               why he was going off about his personal life was beyond him, but this                was the first instant in a long time he’s been comfortable enough to                 talk this openly about something. it didn’t matter what it was at this                 point. ❝ you said your clinic ? is everyone doing okay ? ❞

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irresistiibles‌

@captntusktooth / fjord & lily

so maybe activity trying to brew potions in the capital building in the middle of a storm was a bit much. lily evans had always been a bit much. she didn’t even have a proper cauldron, but was making use with what she had found around the building, both in terms of a big enough bowl and ingredients. truthfully she didn’t know if it would be enough,but she had always had a certain knack for potions, and was hoping that would make up for her lack of everything else. if she could just make one batch of skele-grow it would be enough to hopefully help whoever was injured within the capital building. it the most she could try to do given the situation. she had found a quiet room to work and was sitting cross-legged on the floor when she noticed someone looking in. “i know, it’s not the best smell.” that probably was not their first thought, but she was more focused on her task at hand, eyes still mostly on the bubbling liquid, than socializing. “but if it helps i can promise it isn’t poison.” or hopefully wouldn’t be when she was done with it.

        damn ! caught. 

                 it was difficult not to want to wander the halls when there was nothing                  else to do, especially in as large a place as this. who could help it if he                  stumbled onto something-- private. there weren’t many private places                  for people to go when they were all meant to stay put together like this.

              ❝ ah didn’t think that at all... well, not ‘til y’mentioned it. ❞ cautiously, he                   stepped closer, attempting to get a better look at the contents of the                    pot. ❝ if y’don’t mind mah askin’... what is that exactly ? ❞ it didn’t                    look much like any kind of soup or drink. the smell had crossed both                   of those options off the list the moment he actually got a good whiff. 

               ❝ some kind’a medicine maybe ? you some kind’a herbalist ? ❞               

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        of all the things one could worry about, he was worried about his boat         the most. it was his home, it was his safe place, it was the only thing         keeping him afloat-- literally and metaphorically speaking. if anyone          could put his mind at ease, maybe it could very well be the others          trapped in here with him. 

     ❝ excuse me-- ❞ he approached the first individual he sees that doesn’t          look occupied in a conversation, hopefully he wasn’t interrupting much.       ❝ pardon me... ah don’t mean t’disturb you. i was hoping someone would         have a... guestimate of sorts about how bad this storm is lookin’ t’get.          it should blow over after a little while-- y’reckon ? ❞

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watchthecrxwn‌

Callie smiles and walks up to the boat, holding onto the marina to sit on the deck for a little while during his set up. Whispering a quiet thank you, she sat on the deck and looked out to the set, a homesick smile decorating her face. “I couldn’t help it. I miss the sea. It’s my home…” The Inkling sighed, still focusing on the sparkle in the water. She began singing a song both her and her cousin wrote together; speaking of a Fresh Start but the words brought tears to her eyes before she could reach the chorus.

         kind gestures and favors weren’t exactly foreign to him, but someone          openly crying in front of him was enough to make him stumble for           some kind of human response akin to comfort. the easiest thing he           can do is hurry off down below the deck to grab a small packet of           tissues. ❝ oh yeah ?  why... don’t ya tell me about it ? you live by          the water ? on a boat like this one ? did ya travel some ? ❞

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obsidicnprincess‌

her house- well, more like the tower in which her family resided in, that felt a fortress at times with the army under her father’s thumb ever present there- had often been bombarded. riots and protests were not uncommon, and her gaze had often eagerly lingered upon the sight, some part of her wishing that she could join out there also. though everyone else appeared to believe it was dangerous, restraining her after she attempted to join in, she saw it in a different light. “things used to be thrown at my house, and armed guards were sent out after the offenders. suppose i can stop throwing them at your house, seeing as you’ve done the decency of just asking” raven replied, tone slightly glum as she adjusted her position to be sitting up better, eyes taking in the full sight of the home. 

“done deal” a nod, two fingers crossing over on her left hand, it was a promise sworn of sorts. “i’ll save them for the water instead” and as if to demonstrate, the crossed fingers unfurled, picking up a stone, skimming it forward, small splashes to be heard as it rippled through, a good distance from the boat. 

       as polite as he wanted to be, he couldn’t help but laugh. ❝ armed guards ?         ah wouldn’t necessarily call the troopers around her guards, ‘nless you’ve         got a bit of pocket change to throw their way to defend your property. ❞        it didn’t lessen the shared experience, only the fact that ‘ armed guards ‘         were apparently standing watch to keep people in line everywhere other         then here. 

    ❝ ah’m not... talkin’ to some foreign ambassador or... or family member of the         president am ah ? you’d tell me if you were, right ? ❞ it wasn’t something         she was indebted to him, but he was curious with all this guard nonsense.         something about it felt-- familiar. something about armed guards seemed         a bit like a moment of deja vu, but nothing too concrete was coming         through. 

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ofsvnlightt‌

“not trying too!“ heather yells back. she’d pretty much come to terms that she wasn’t going to see windshear ever again, but still had a little hope that someone - anyone - from berk might show up. at this point she’d be happy to see snotlout’s stupid face. after a walk along the pier, she went to the boat dock and sat on a random one. she began tossing pebbles out of bordom and wasn’t aware anyone was aboard the random boat she decided to toss them at. “i am here. what may i do for you?”

          ❝ what can you do for me ? ❞ an odd question seeing as up until               then she’d been tossing rocks at his house.  ❝ apart from askin’                ya to stop throwin’ those rocks, ah’ve got nothin’ for ya. ❞ 

              he’d done his grocery shopping, he’d dropped anchor for the                evening, and he all his chores on and offshore had been taken               care of after work. there really wasn’t any for him to ask for other               then making sure she didn’t scuff up the paint job on his boat. 

           ❝ uh... anything ah could do fer you ? ah guess ? ❞

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I am not a twink!

I am not a twink, Fjord cried

No one believed him.

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lovesoar‌

lips  are  pursed  as  he  mindlessly  tosses  rocks  ,  tap  ,  tap  ,  tap  ,  the  noise  methodical  and  rhythmic  to  kazuo’s  ears  as  he  places  a  hand  to  his  side  to  reach  for  another  rock  ,  only  to  stop  when  he  hears  a  voice  echo  in  his  direction  ,  assuming  to  be  directed  towards  him  as  well.  a  moment  passes  before  he  rises  ,  pushing  off  his  knee  with  his  hand  and  running  a  hand  through  his  noir  locks.  ❝ and  you’re  there. ❞  curt  and  to  the  point  ,  common  with  most  of  his  statements.  ❝ need  something  ?? ❞  

          the audacity-- eyes narrow in and he makes it a point to cross towards the           edge of the boat, kicking the rocks back into the water. ❝ ah’m gonna need           you to stop throwin’ rocks at m’house if you don’t mind. ❞ a part of him            wanted to scream something along the lines of ‘get off my lawn’ but there           was no lawn in this situation and it would just get more rocks thrown in his           direction. ❝ it’s kind’ve destruction of property. ❞

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watchthecrxwn‌

A frustrated groan echoed in the shadow, leaning on the marina’s railing. “Finally, I thought I was going to bleed to death.” Joker sneered, holding his hand over the wound blooming through the shirt. His Phantom uniform was dishevelled but he got what he wanted. The treasures and unfortunately, the stab would to go with it. “Can you help me out?”

       ❝ ah... ah.... ❞ nope ! no way ! he was not getting involved in             whatever was going on here. this was far beyond any of the             normal ‘ can i use a phone ‘ or ‘ do you have a few dollars             to spare ‘ or even ‘ mind boating me across the way to the            other side ‘. no no this was far worse. ❝ before ah do anything,             ya want t’tell me what t’hell happened t’ya ? ❞

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watchthecrxwn‌

The lonely Inkling wondered out from the shadows, holding the jacket tightly closed to keep warm. A small frown curled her lips as she approached the captain, almost scared that she would be culled on the spot. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was just wondering around, and the marina. It made me a little homesick. I just want to stay for a little longer. Please? I won’t bother you, I swear!”

            ❝ wanderin’ around by the water in the dead of night ? that sound                 like a smart idea t’ya ? ❞ dammit. he had everything set up and                  the way he liked it, but if she was feeling homesick-- he knew                  that feeling all too well. ❝ aw hell... ❞ 

                as quick as he could, he tugged the lengthy rope keeping him                  reigned in against the docks. soon he was knocking against the                 wooden beams of the marina. ❝ come on. ya can sit on the deck                  for a couple a’ minutes if ya want. ❞