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brain: sad

me: wait what why? everything is fine right n-

brain: sad and gUILTY

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❛ What happened? ❜ for my sweet nasod queen

Concerned / Sentence Prompts.

She, for once, did not look dignified. There was no regality in her posture, her feet dragging across the ground. She was not broken outwardly so, but her eyes did not lighten, her lips fallen into a soft frown.

To say Eve was like any other Nasod was a laugh. A joke of an old man who had programmed her to say and think she was nothing more than a backup file for all codes given to her. Only when it had gotten too far had she learned the true intent behind her creation, behind what she was. Queen of Nasods. A silly title. A true one, but a silly one.

Add’s voice breaks through the thoughts, code strung together into coherent thoughts, opinions, options… 

“ I made a mistake. ”

She says it, and her tone does not give away the doubt that’s circling her insides.

“ I … put in the wrong code while attempting to develop an update for Remy. He is now under until I can fully have him up and running once more. ”

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"Harry. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

Concerned / Sentence Prompts.

Rubbing blood from his nose, Harry spat out some spit that had collected uncomfortably in his mouth. Part of him wanted to be facetious: did he look okay? But he knew better than to snap at Casey. She didn’t mean any harm, and the way her hands began to search him, hunting for bruises or other signs of harm, he winced, pushing her away from his ribs.

“ Fine, it’s fine… ‘m fine. ” For the most part, anyway.

They’d gotten him quite firmly against his side from a bad dodge attempt. Dropping heavily into a seat, Harry breathed a sigh in relief at the weight taken off his feet. “ It was a challenge. The fella took a cheap-shot, tha’s all. ” He had won. Even with that. “ Think you could get me a gel? Then I can start some paperwork. ”

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[smol Richard to Alexei] Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

Concerned / Sentence Prompts.

Alexei paused. Looking towards the small prince, Alexei debated thoughtfully on how to answer. There is some truth in saying no. He was not okay. He had a few scrapes from the earlier fight, however …

Slowly kneeling, Alexei ignored the popping and groaning of knees from his weighted armor and settled beside him. Looking directly into the child’s eyes, gloved hand firmly resting across his shoulder. Hopefully comforting for his majesty.

“ It takes a great deal more than that to harm me, your majesty. Thank you, for your concern. ”

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awww, lookit those gays.

@psychictracing/@shiningpresence

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜

❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜

❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜

❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

❛ This isn’t you. ❜

❛ Stop it. ❜

❛ You should be resting. ❜

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

❛ How can you act like that? ❜

❛ Then why are you still here? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜

❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜

❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜

❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜

❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜

❛ Everything okay? ❜

❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ Why do you run from me? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜

❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜

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phoenixadragon‌:

I was thinking it was most likely him. Norien seemed like she didn’t murder people with her cooking. 

(( yeeaah, Norien feels a lot more caring and the person to make food for the other kids in the Lower Quarter when she could, so I never really considered her. So Finath. Finath’s to blame. just like with everything else, aye flynn ; )  ))

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theravenofaltosk‌:

   The indignant twinge in the boy’s voice drew a chuckle from the older man.  “Yain’t gonna be killed by a man who fights fair, kid.”  His expression sobered into something harder, though there was a playful mirth in his eyes. “In a real fight, e’eryone’s  gonna do whatever it takes ta kill the other fella first.”  

    He moved in then, closing the distance between them and swinging the sword in graceful arcs.  Harry was good with his fists.  Kid would probably come out on top in most hand-to-hand combat.  But when he was leading Altosk, as Don hoped he would, the enemies he’d face wouldn’t fight with just fists.  That was where Raven came in.  Harry might not appreciate the hard time he was getting now, but when the lessons learned during training saved his life, he might change his mind.

Indignant was a good way to describe Harry’s feelings at this moment. Eyes narrowed, lips almost pulled out in a pout before sobering into a frown. Brows pulled downwards as he shifted his foot carefully. His weight holding well, even as Raven moved forward again. Harry on the defensive making his mood sour further and further. Keeping out of the way of the sword as best he could.

Flicking eyes down to the ground for an instant, Harry reared back a couple of steps, quick during a swing and grabbed a chunk of dirt before chucking it in Raven’s direction.

It was all to turn heel to go and grab his sword. Pulling it off the ground and round back about with it now firmly gripping it. He couldn’t help it, a grin pulled unable to leave his face for perhaps just that second. It was probably an easy move to have seen coming, but hey. If they were going with cheap tactics, that meant Harry could pull from the oldest in the book. “ Thought that matched yer dirt-y tactics earlier, ol’ man. ”

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dallarsaol:

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“It seems as though I’ve a rather unusual visitor today,” Viktor looks up from the paper at his desk, one of many in carefully laid piles. “I don’t normally take audiences outside of the usual times, but I was told that it’s important. Tell me, what is it that you need?”  

   he is a giant in comparison. dwarfing the man in front of him from mere height alone, let along the broad shoulders and wide structure of the man's frame. he grins, toothily, gray eyes bright and thoughtful towards the proper way the king sat, waited, introduced himself. it was something don whitehorse never quite got himself.

      " aye, yer majesty. " he admits it, and the title as it is spoken with seems to hold no weight or meaning, " ya see, i work with a group of individuals called The Guild Union. we're a relatively small-" in comparison, to others anyhow, " -independent group. our traders would like open permissions and permits ta travel in and outta yer territory. " 

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pharihyde:

The furrow between brows only deepened the more the blond spoke, as sharp gaze shifted, to stare dully away at a hazy horizon.   “So you boarded the wrong ship.”   The words are soft, off-hand–he barely realized he was speaking. All this about different alphabets was fine enough, but this bit about a world split in two–

There were two possible explanations. Emil was either under grand delusions, or this was true. Either outcome left a foul taste in the militant’s mouth–his callous way of handling the boy would have to change. He couldn’t continue to hold such ire for someone that was, well, not in quite the right mind, and, heavens forbid this was a cultural dispute. The acceptance of more worlds than Ephinea and Fodra was more than he could handle, surely. Sure, sentient machines, his world being a satellite, growth and evolution that defied all logic–but more worlds. Honestly, it was too much. 

Worst was the part of him that wanted to know more, to explore these new worlds. As if here were a character in his comics. The part of him that still lost his breath thinking about Fodra’s impossibly wide horizon, all the stars, and the darkness–Ephinea never got so dark. And there might be more worlds, ones that aren’t desolate, weren’t ravaged by forgotten histories–

Stop. Teeth grit as he forced himself not to get caught in fantasies, to stay rooted in reality. It was unlikely, and the only possibility he ought plan for would be to determine the level of risk any new lands might prove to be. It was part of why he’d pulled strings to get Emil a tamer’s license–not solely out of a feeling of owing the boy, but with his combat prowess and affinity for beasts, he could prove a risk. Keeping the timid boy on good(-ish) terms was a preventive measure.

The book the blond had pulled out was given only a cursory glance–he didn’t trust himself not to get pulled into the fantasy if he spared it any more time. Don’t let the part of him that allowed himself to become dragged into all sorts of shenanigans prevail. His eyes are pressed shut, just a moment before steeling himself to speak again, gaze set firmly ‘pon the blond.

   “I don’t have time for frivolity. As impressive a feat of work as this may be,”   though his gesture towards the book and map was dismissive, there was something–odd, happening with the militant’s face. He looked half–pained, if anything.   “This isn’t something you ought show people around these parts. Not those you don’t trust, at the least. And surely, you don’t trust me–you can’t possibly like me. Not after the way I act. Few do.”   But nevermind that, he’s already hastily gone onto his next point.

   “Going to Windor is still a ridiculous waste of time and Gald, no matter how important your friend is. I won’t stop you from seeing–whoever–but if you’d like a second option, I, ugh–”   There rises slender hand to press firm fingers ‘gainst his temple–his head was throbbing.   “You can come to my manor and I’ll go through our letters.”

  partly true. emil did board the wrong ship. he had not intended to be caught here. in this place. away from his friend, the one who could solve all of these problems, all of these issues, but ... fingers slowly gripped into his pant legs, much to orions dissatisfaction, waiting for the final say as he finished speaking. green eyes begging for some form of belief. some form of at least understanding. empathy. he did not like hubert, but he was a smart individual (as he constantly seemed to insist) and emil just wished to reach some sort of understanding between the two of them.

if they could do that, then there might be room to grow. room to become, not friends (no, they were too far apart to ever become something like that,) but at least aquaintances that did not grimace when they were forced to work together.

or come in contact.

instead, the pain was obvious on the luitenants face, much to emil's disatisfation. teeth grit, mouth pursed brows pulled down in attempt to separate himself from something that emil is not too sure what. there had to be some explanation.

     " wh-what? impressive- that's not why i- " he never intended to share this information to try and brag. he was not that kind of person (even while he glowed when others complimented his strengths and hung on their every word,) he could not fathom what made hubert think such a thing of him. and to insinuate that he did not trust hubert ... was not untrue. there's a biting of emil's lips, eyes ducking down to his lap at the insinuation.

he could not meet the man's eyes for a small frame of time, until he was offered a place to go. blinking in surprise as he looked up again curiously.  " you-but, you don't like me ... and, you i- "  it at least earned hubert the pleasure of watching the blond fumble around his words, uncertain of how else to take this new information.  " i-i would...appreciate your help, very much. " in the end, emil quieted quick his blabbering and ducked his head, slowly shifting once more to look towards orion and gently go to pet the large wolf-like creature.

     " i am sorry for being such a burden. i will learn as quickly as i can. "

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phoenixadragon‌:

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Flynn was… conflicted as to how he was supposed to feel at the sight of the former commandant. Part of him held slight anger for what he had but Lady Estellise though. Yet part of him was respectful, Alexei had only really been misguided in his attempts for a better world and he had done many wonderful things, things Flynn hoped maybe someday he could do just as great. But if the man before him meant ill attempt… he would have said or done something by now.

Blue hues watched him a moment before he gave a formal and polite bow, a small one. “I assume you are here for some reason and I rather hope it’s something pleasant.” Even if most of the time he was stuck in meetings and doing paperwork, it didn’t mean his sword wasn’t permanently glued to his hip. If things went south… then he hoped he was able to defend everyone.

Conflicting.

The emotions that passed the new commandant’s face were clear as day to the well-read man. His hands rested comfortably in his lap, cloak on, hood not even bothered with as it draped across shoulders. In this instance, Alexei had no reason to even attempt hiding. Being as the two of them were in a private office, it was easier for him not to worry about others reactions or commentary.

Crimson eyes watched as he bowed and spoke.

Pathetic, whispered the cynicism, the council is going to bog him down with work to eat him alive. Taking a cup from the desk, Alexei slowly brought it to his lips. There were two cups, after all. However, as the coffee touched his lips, the flavor seeped through and he nearly gagged at the flavor.

Covering it up with a cough, Alexei cleared his throat, setting the cup back down.

“ Do not just stand there. You’re too stiff, sit. “

He thinks through, carefully, what he wishes to talk about, steadying himself. Waiting for the other to sit before he begins to speak.

“ I assume miss Sodia has become your second at this point? ”