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“A diamond in the rough      You’re turning heads but don’t feel loved        So let’s take off that veil, don’t think your hiding is insane.              Show me who you are, and when the depth begins to show;                       I wanna pick you up, but I know I can make you  s h i n e. ”                                                         –  Shine, by Rews

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Go, White Rider.

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Cafe Leblanc

Isometric piece that took me way too much time, but I’m really proud of it.

This game was super cool.

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Permanent Starter Call. 

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Aegsûl - Sharp Wind Dagger - Cedarlore Forge – by  David DelaGardelle

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I’m a shape shifter What else should I be? Please don’t take off my mask Revealing dark

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It was another busy day at the Shibuya Buffet. Hoards of adults swarming around the tables and and when they weren’t cooks were coming up to replenish the food. Biscuit had just finished restocking the fish bar when a young man came up to her. 

Well that’s unusual, you didn’t really see that many teens around these types of buffets, and of course the reason being the other patrons. Ever since starting this job she’s seen plenty of harsh and judgmental adults scrutinize teens for coming here. It bothered her immensely but there wasn’t much she could do when she’s just a cook. 

At first she was worried that the teen before her would have a tough time enjoying himself but after giving him a good look she could tell he had a lot of guts. He’ll be just fine here.

“Sorry ‘bout that I just finished so have at it…. Do ya need something?” Speaking of looks he was giving her quite a stare. Was there something he wanted? It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for customers to ask for something to be added to the buffet. Still, she couldn’t help but subconciously tug her sleeves down. A new nervous habit she developed.

– While the decision to investigate the case of the girl with the cuts on her wrists was unanimous, Ann and Futaba were the loudest among those to speak up. You understood why, for them, but Mishima pointing it out to you so adamantly was a surprise. That was until you realized that no matter how hot it gets, you've never seen him wear shorts. 

You’re glad Kamoshida gets to rot in a cell. 

But what of this girl? If she’s doing this to herself, then why? Is there something pushing her to the edge like Shiho? Or... like Futaba, is it an internalized issue she herself posted about? You know that even after a changing the distortions within a person’s heart, the Metaverse won’t take care of everything. But if you can help someone even take the first step... it’s worth it. 

“No,” you say, plainly. As if you’re surprised she caught you staring. 

“I wanted to say I like your hair.” It’s a convenient truth. It’s unique, and to stand out in a place like this... it takes courage. She’s strong. You can tell that much, at least. 

Acting as naturally as possible, you pause to move some fresh fish onto your plate. Morgana, despite himself, is staying hushed in your bag. You glance back up, peering past the edge of your glasses. “... Do you like working here?” 

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“Actually, I had another question Sir Akira. Do you think my attire would be too strange for your world?” The sheer-like illusion she wore would look strange among the humans surely. Akira dressed so differently so she shouldn’t stand out next to him.

Though her fairy-like appearance would definitely give her away.

“Or I can change what I look of completely.” She offered, reaching out to touch his hair - it felt soft under her fingertips. “I could have colored hair like yours.”

– You look her over, wondering if it really would be taken as strange or not. There are all sorts of styles of fashion in the city. Hiding her might not even be necessary, given the realms of possibility. Would Lenore have fun doing something like going clothes shopping? You should read a travel guide to see if there are quieter shopping centers around...

“ . . . ! ” 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of fingers in your hair. You blink twice first, then allow it to happen, closing the eye closest to her hand. She’s... incredibly friendly. A cultural difference, perhaps?

“Don’t pet the other humans,” you say. “They won’t like it.” 

You’re not terribly upset, but you can only imagine what the average person might react like. “But... you should be fine. People aren’t very observant.”

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coffee practice with Morgana

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Where do you see yourself this weekend

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There’s a playfulness to her words that the fey giggle, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. “Slow? Yea, I would assume so. I am sure your world is filled with strange things - more and more strange things than my world.” Pursing her lips - she wondered what she could show him - something fun?

Lenore patted his leg, trying to get his attention.

She clasped her hands together - looking rather excited, as light formed in her hands. Her smile brighter than the moonlight, the fey opened her hands again to reveal two black roses.

“For you!”

– You feel a pat on your leg, and though you want to see what she has to show you, you’d actually gotten quite comfortable. Regardless, you sit up, tilting your head a bit. The light in the darkness catches your attention, and your eyes widen behind your glasses despite yourself. It makes sense for a fairy to have powers, but you weren’t expecting it. Or a gift.

Black roses. You take the stems in your fingers, bringing them closer to your nose. Your eclectic knowledge of floral symbolism tells you that perhaps this is a bad sign. A fairy giving you a symbol of death? Terrifying. But you trust Lenore. 

“They’re beautiful,” – you say, tucking the roses into your jacket so they stick out just enough to where you can see them. You’ll need to stop by the second-hand shop to see if they have a vase. You’ll also need to explain where all of these gifts are coming from. Thankfully, you have permission now.

“Think you’ll be ready to visit soon?”

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Lenore pulled her legs out of the water - coming to crawl next to Akira side, peering down at his face. She didn’t know what kind of world he came from, but it seemed humans were so much kinder than before.

“Would you take me to where you live one day?”

It was dangerous to leave her home for too long - but just once she wanted to see what the stars looked like where he was from. She wanted to know what it was like to have loud friends - many friends.

“You’re a very strange human, Sir Akira. I cannot understand you very well.”

– You blink as she comes into your field of view, just staring back up at her as she talks to you. It feels nice, relaxing at the waters edge like this, listening to the chirp of the night creatures. It surprises you that she would want to come to your world, a place teaming with humans of all things. But you’d love to introduce her to everyone. You think her and Haru would get along swimmingly, pun absolutely intended. 

"How rude,” you say, but there’s no sharpness to your tone. You’re actually pretty amused you’ve been called strange by humans, shadows, and now a fairy now too. Maybe you should start believing it? 

“And sure. It’s very different from here, though,” you warn her. If you wind up in Inokashira Park, that would be one thing. But most other places meant cars, taking her on the train, and all sorts of chaos.  “We should take it slow.”

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“Thank you, Sir Akira. I really do feel safe with you. I’ve never felt safe with a human before.” She guzzled down the rest of the bento, sighing happily at her full stomach as she closed the container. Curry still messily around her mouth like a child, she dipped her legs into the water. She would need to tell the fish about the curry - they might make some good curry as well. If she coud figure out what it was.

“…You friends?” Lenore paused. It would be rude to just so outright refuse such a thing. She did not know his human friends - they might pose a danger. But Akira himself was good so maybe his friends were good.

It was a hard decision to ponder.

“If they promise not to harm my lake, I will be okay with you telling them about me.”

– You wait as she ponders it, giving her the time she needs to consider it. This is her story after all, and if it isn’t yours to tell then you won’t. You can sense Lenore’s trust in you, and there is nothing that would be worth breaking that. Since she’s comfortable with you now, you decide that movement is fine and begin gathering the dishes up. 

And then she gives you permission, and you can’t help but feel glad. If the others know about this too, you know that everyone will be ready to work that much harder. 

“They wouldn’t,” you assure her. “They’ve all been hurt before, too.”

You lie down, resting with your arms behind your head, keeping your legs away from the water. Cold water is not something you usually want to subject yourself to, though, you are curious to see what kind of world Lenore lives in.  “I think... you would like them. They’re loud, but they’re good people.”

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“Iron, to a fairy, is very dangerous.” She scooted an inch away from the cup - making sure to be careful. Thank goodness she had noticed such a thing - or else she would have made such an ugly scream.

“I can die from iron.” She admitted. “Being shrouded in it would be like…burning alive.” Thoughts went out to the protector of her realm - the one who had lost everything to the humans who quelled her. “A long time ago, humans would cut off wings of faeries with iron daggers. They would even take faeries from their homes to marry them.”

It was a scary time, back in that era of man. But thankfully it seemed Akira was not that type of human. He seemed so sweet. Lenore held the bento in her lap, nearly finished with the meal, and poke her fingers through the curry.

– You listen to her story, and once again you learn the history of the human heart. It reminds you of that night when everything started, and that aggressive intoxicated man. You’re sure the fae have multiple reasons for wanting to keep to themselves, but man is likely no small part. Can you really change the heart of the whole world? It’s a stretch. But you want to create a world where Lenore doesn’t need to hide. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you say, voice quiet. “I’ll be careful from now on.” 

You finish your curry, and drink a small bit of the coffee while it’s still warm.

“Can I tell my friends about you? And what happened?” – you should probably elaborate. At least your motives. “We change the hearts of bad people.”

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“I eat fish! But sometimes I will walk the lake and try the berries over there.” Lenore pointed to behind one of the trees, wondering if he wanted to try some. They were just regular blackberries. The fey used her hands to scoop more of the curry to her mouth - eating thoughtfully as she continued to stare at Akira.

her gaze then fell upon the small cup he offered her. The metal was shiny - so she was a little weary to take it from his hands. “Is that iron?” She questioned. Even if there was small amount of it, it would still burn her…

“ . . . ” 

– Oh. She’s... she’s eating it with her hands. Maybe you should have foreseen this chain of events, but you had not considered the fact she may not be accustomed to tableware. For now, you decide to not comment on it since she seems happy to be eating with her hands. 

But then she asks you about the cup, and you admittedly cannot give her an answer straight away. It seems she has limitations of her own, too. You lift the thermos, reading the print at the bottom of the canteen. Stainless steel, BPA plastic.

“It might be best to not try this,” you say, brows furrowing a bit. You aren’t actually sure of the components that make up stainless steel, so you make a note to research it. “... does iron hurt you?”

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“Nice moves, Joker!”

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Lenore opened the bento with a bit of difficulty but once it was opened, she brought it up to her nose to smell the strange food. It looked runny - but it had different things hidden among the brown thing. She blinked, using her hand to scoop up some of the curry and bringing it to her mouth.

The small fey giggled at the mention of the ruby. Most humans would be curious of such a thing - it was rather rare even among the faeries. Lenore’s smile softened, chewing and swallowing her food before answering him. “I have never had a human friend before. I am gad you like my gift.” But returning to the food… “What is this? It’s yummy!”

– You actually do like it, and more importantly, it gives you the ability to traverse to this place at will to see her. You do worry, however, that once the rainy season begins to ebb away that will change. But Lenore mentioned that the fog is ever present. Eventually you should ask her what she meant by that and investigate, but for now, you think you’ll enjoy eating with a friend. 

“The infamous Curry-Leblanc,” you reply, taking a bite for yourself. It seems she’s having trouble with the containers, so you pre-emptively open the small canteen of coffee for her too. You pour some into the cup lid. 

“What do you normally eat?” – you assume it’s fish. But who knows? You may be able to try mermaid cuisine if you ask. If so, you should bring some back for Morgana too.