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赤海の魔女 by ARY@人间挣扎

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          (♒) The collision is an unexpected one, monetarily placing a daze on the witch. She rubs her head, hoping to clear it and actually piece together what happened. Just a simple run in with a person she figures upon seeing the hand extended toward her. Gratefully, she grabs hold to lift herself up, brushing she skirt off once she was righted. 

❝I should be fine.❞ She reassures, throwing in a smile for good measure. ❝I’ve been through worse than people bumping into me. Oh, but what about you? Are you alright, sir? Maybe if I was actually paying attention this could have been avoided.❞

ANOTHER ATTUNED TO WATER?

“Gah… my head… are you alright, miss?”

       { :; ♛ ;: }  Leon rubbed his forehead, reaching for his temple as he slowly rose to his feet. Standing above the young woman, Leon wordlessly extended a hand to help the woman to her feet. A part of the prince felt somewhat bad for the collision and ultimately wished to help make some amends. 

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          (♒) She’s relieved; form relaxing visibly at how well her plan is received. It was a far stretch, but the only thing that she could have thought of at the moment. It probably wouldn’t be as rough is someone else with plan making expertise was here, but there’s no time to complain about that, who knows when the owner will get be back. 

With newfound determination, the witch hops from the seat, quickly glancing around the area to make sure no one has gotten interesting in the two of them. ❝Well, if you don’t mind doing the heavy lifting I can probably think of something to make up.❞ On any other day, she would gladly help carry the tank, but now on her feet, the height difference between them is painfully obvious. ❝If not, we might be able to find a, uhm, cart or something to roll it on?❞ She thinks that’s the right word for it, there’s no need for them back home, but they seem quite handy here. 

❝How serious of a diversion are you talking about though?❞ she can’t help but question, the look in his eyes reminding her vaguely of a look Memoca would get before teasing Dolphi or doing something she probably shouldn’t. But Memoca is infamous and Dolphi is sensitive, so Wadda doubts teasing and crying will be involved. She can deal with a slight ruckus though. ❝If you need my help with it, I’ll do what I can regardless.❞

The plan forms in his head right before it leaves her mouth. Why not, he figures? What have they got to lose by letting the tiny school of fish go free? Mostly, he’s unimpressed with the idea of ninety percent of them ending up getting flushed down toilets. If there’s something he can contribute to this situation, he’s going to try… whether or not she follows through with her offer to help out.

Okay, he’ll confess. Getting help from such a small, innocent-looking girl is a little strange (to free some goldfish, nonetheless), but this wouldn’t be the first time someone’s proved that his judge of character is fifty miles off base. “Well, me neither. But you pretty much read my mind.” Not wanting to leave her hanging, Percy nods his head almost obstinately.

The goal is set, and a mischievous spark flares in the deep green of his eyes. He’s already trying to get them to cooperate telepathically, as if the fish are going to have some ability that’ll make this any easier. (Gonna get you little guys out of here, just hold tight. Okay, Percy. You’re not talking to Blackjack, anymore.)  

“I might be able to keep the water still if we try to carry it out so they don’t flip, but we’re gonna need a serious diversion.” After ridiculing himself for trying to speak with the fish internally for a solid minute, the son of Poseidon looks down to the girl with a confident grin. “But we’ve got this. All we need is that distraction in case somebody walks by.”

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        (♒) Wadanohara huffs, pulling her closer around her ears while walking. There’s no doubt that it’s getting colder, at least colder than what she’s used to. It’s almost always warm in her sea, only dropping in temperature if she goes too deep, and even those temperatures she’s acclimated to. It must be the wind that occasionally blows that makes her cold, her long hair being wet doesn’t help much either. 

She steels her resolve though, keeps on walking to find where she what she’s looking for. It shouldn’t be that hard to find a clothing shop that caters to people her size, granted she’s a lot shorter than the average person around here, that much she’s realized quickly enough. It’s not disheartening as much as it is a little frustrating; at least no one really points it out besides confusing her for an age younger than she actually is. Though her age isn’t something she says often, it’s definitely older than what most people tend to guess. 

Neutral expression lights up at the sight, someone around her size visible just a little ways away. The sea witch is quick to maneuver herself through the crowd pf people, glad that who she spotted hasn’t moved from their spot yet.

❝Uhm, excuse me.❞ She starts, pushing her hat back to see better. ❝You’re dress is really cute! I hope it isn’t weird for me to ask where you got from?❞

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          (♒) Being a witch, Wadanohara has an inherent interest in other types of magic. It also helps that she’s a curious individual and not afraid to ask questions or look into more details about something. She has acclimated to this place well enough, knows that there are different magic users like herself. It’s interesting to be surrounded by so many people that use it, much like when she went on the venture with Chlomaki years ago. The only difference is that without someone familiar by her side, she tends to skirt around interacting with others. Not knowing how people will take being actively asked about their profession.  

Usually when she sees others doing magic, she makes sure not to stare too long, catching quick glimpses before continuing on her way. It’s all a means to avoid any trouble that might come from her catching sight of something she shouldn’t. 

She finds herself doing that now, eyes taking in an elegant figure. Though Wadanohara is not completely sure what’s happening at current, she knows magic when she sees it. She doesn’t think she’s seen this type before, curiosity gets the better of her, and the sea witch takes a closer step. It turns to regret however when a twig snaps underfoot, causing attention to turn on her. 

A burst of heat spreads across her cheeks and tries quickly to come up with an excuse. Lying doesn’t look good on her and she’s completely aware of that, so the truth ends up being spoken instead. ❝I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb whatever it was that you were doing. I just got a little curious about what you were doing so…❞ 

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          (♒) The finding of Regia was a blessing, a place that the witch accidentally stumbled upon during one of her wanderings. How they so cleverly hid a place completely submerged in water was beyond her, but she assumed it had something to do with magic. Even her own sea was tricky to enter if the proper clearance wasn’t given, reducing the amount of others that might stumble across it. It was all a matter of reducing ill intent and wars, a good defense for when it was working. As for when it was not, she preferred not to think about that at current. 

Though finding Regia was nice, the closest comfort the Wadda had to home, she did not spend all her waking moments there. It lacked necessities she found herself needing on a regular, like food and such. She knows it’s common to not be able to light a fire and cook a proper meal under the ocean without the proper type of magic, that doesn’t make it any less odd to her. Now she knows not to take for granted her stove back home. 

She at least makes an attempt to visit once a day because it’s nice. On this particular evening, she spots someone at the entrance of the sector. It’s not odd to see someone else ever now and again, it’s quite interesting actually. 

❝Hello,❞ she’s polite when she speaks the greeting, not minding that she has to crane her neck upward some to get a good view of the person next to her. ❝Is this your first time here? I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around here, but then again it’s not like I spend all of my time here either. If it is, don’t worry about the water. It’s completely breathable down there if that doesn’t come naturally to you.❞  

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it’s been a while and i’m super sorry about that! i’ll be taking on new threads though so if anyone is interested in rping with a little sea witch feel free to like this post. i’ll be capping at 3 likes and probably take a visit to your ask box to plot something out!!

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It’s the usual, passing crowd: a flurry of boundless, nameless faces. They swarm by like fish, like flocks of hurried birds with no purpose but to move, forever. 

To sit on a lonely bench, away from the hustle and bustle – it’s nice, in a way. The odd passerby barely spares her a glance, and she prefers things like this. Just sitting here, observing, without so much as an acquaintance to wave ‘hi’ at. 

This is nice, Dlanor reminds herself. Much too nice. Splendid.

She looks down at her lap, sets her hands one upon the other. When a small voice first comes calling, nothing changes. Her hands are still resting; her eyes fail to leave their original positions.

Then, as if in slow-motion: she lifts her head upwards, regards the newcomer with one solemn, thoughtful stare.

“I am not a WITCH; I am an angel, MISS.” 

        (♒) Mouth forms an ‘o’ shape of amazement and she hopes she did not offend the angel with her accusation. No harm was meant, just childish curiosity that brought her forth. 

❝That’s amazing!❞ the young witch exclaims simply, eyes bright with wonder. She had heard of angels of course and the demons that are their enemies. At least in her world it was so and Chlomaki had told her each world had their own set of angels and demons, or at least their own god and devil. Wadanohara had never met either that inhabited her world; she supposes that’s a good thing.  

She catches herself, her antics must seem rude – to ask such a question with no warning and not even give a name. The child proffers a sheepish smile and a small and nervous laugh before continuing. ❝Sorry if that was rude, I meant no harm by it. My name is Wadanohara.❞

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“Wa. Da. No. Ha. Ra.”

The way Maxwell spoke each syllable, it seemed like words drenched with honey. So sickeningly sweet, and holding a dark deviousness. There was a truly unnatural grin on his face now, seemingly enjoying such a name like that.

“I must say… Wadanohara… that is a lovely name you have there. So lovely indeed, a name like that… Wadanohara. Indeed, it rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? Wadanohara..”

It was a peculiar obsession, seeing how much emphasis he put on that name each time he spoke it. An unnatural, problematic obsession that certainly was not a normal thing.

“But you gave me your name… I should give me mine to be so polite, yes? My name is Maxwell. It is a pleasure to meet you…

Wa. Da. No. Ha. Ra.”

          (♒) Icy fingers of discomfort trail up the young witch’s spine and she suppresses the urge to shake her head to rid herself of the feeling. It’d be a rude gesture and much too obvious, bringing on more attention to her than what she’d like. She supposes she could ask him to please not say her name in such a way, but figures that would be rude as well and an odd thing to say to a stranger. Her name is rather long and complicated; maybe he’s just doing it so he can remember it. She doesn’t feel like offering her nickname to him however. 

Hands move to place themselves behind her back, Wadda worries the wood of the staff that was given to her upon arrival. It’s definitely not her father’s staff but a staff nonetheless, so it provides some small amount of comfort. 

❝Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard that kind of name before.❞ She muses, keeping the smile on her face for niceties sake. ❝I’m not saying it’s an odd name or anything like that though.❞ 

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“Oooh, I see. That’s too bad. I heard they’re pretty cool,”

Well, if she didn’t sound interested, there wasn’t really much Isogai could do to change her mind. Though, he had to admit that he was slightly interested in an aquarium… Maybe he’d find one on a map?

“Well, each to their own, right? There’s probably a lot of other stuff around here that’s more interesting, anyway. Ah! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Yuuma Isogai. And you are…?”

He quickly shifted the topic to hopefully keep her from becoming uncomfortable, since it was probably something she didn’t want to dwell on.

          (♒) She can’t help it, feeling slightly guilty for putting that look on the other’s face. She supposes she could see the appeal of aquariums for people who did not live in oceans and such like she did. Not everyone knew how to breathe underwater and spells that allowed you to do so only lasted a day or so.

An apology would have been given, if not or that fact that the topic is changed. It is true, this place is rather large so finding something that interests her shouldn’t be too much of a problem, especially since she’s a witch of simple pleasures and enjoys learning new things. 

❝No, it’s alright.❞ Reassurance given along with a small shake of her head. ❝I should have introduced myself before asking you the question, it was rude of me. My name is Wadanohara . Thank you for answering my question.❞

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The sheer variety of people here help to push the coping process along as he strains to run off with the tank in both arms. If it wouldn’t disturb the fish so greatly, he’d probably do just that — after all, he’s already almost had a run-in with store authorities before. Even the small pieces of himself that have been returned to him in the time he’s been here so far could handle a clerk or the owner of this booth. Would it really hurt whoever owns this thing to give the creatures a break and stop selling them off?

Yeah, he figures. Yeah, probably. Everybody needs to make their living somehow… this way just bothers him more than most. It prompts a huff on Percy’s end. “You’re telling me. At least they’re getting fed, sure, but…” She’s right — he’d probably eat anything too if there was nothing better to substitute regular food. “Gods, this sucks.”

There has to be something they can do. “Me neither. No man gets left behind.” That’s how he’s always treated most situations, refusing to let go of anyone and altering fate if he has to. “Er… I’m Percy. There has to be something we can do.” 

He folds his arms decidedly, lower lip sticking out. “Like I’d sponsor whoever owns this place with cash even if I had it. Just… gimme a sec. Strategy’s not my thing.”

          (♒) Though the current situation is particularly not a particularly hopeless one, it is frustrating to deal with. Wadanohara is not good with dealing with or showing her frustration, rather it appears on her face as dejection, something she’s much more used too. Who knew these types of things would happen on the surface and she thought it would be such an interesting place. And it is, for the most part, if not a bit suffocating to deal with. 

❝I’m Wadanohara.❞ She offers her name in return, though not with as much enthusiasm she really would like to offer. ❝Strategy isn’t really my thing either.❞ her thing was really just dealing with things as they appeared. There was usually no sneaking and strategic meeting involved with her and her familiars.  

Speaking of sneaking…❝We could always just take them.❞ It’s such a blunt statement that she feels embarrassed about it, and shifts her eyes down to her lap. ❝I don’t normally agree with the idea of stealing but…but it seems like a bit of an emergency doesn’t it? And I can’t think of any other way to get them all out.❞ 

Truthfully, the young witch has never stolen a thing in her life or had the idea to steal anything until now. Not even when she was younger and could easily take a cookie before dinner. Just the thought of it made her stomach turn with something akin to guilt. What would Tatsumiya say about all this? 

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While the sea witch seemed to believe she had over-loaded the boy with information about his world, his smile simply grew slightly at words she shared. As one who appreciated learning new things and finding out about other worlds and alternate realities, this was something he greatly appreciated– new information was the starting point of learning more. It was interesting too, what she said– the girl was from the sea of all places and had previously lived there, much like others lived on the land. She said it as if it was normal, and perhaps it was, it wasn’t as if Aladdin knew about the beings from another world, not without explanation. 

          ❝Don’t worry, that was just right! But that sounds quite odd to me, you know? People in my world don’t live in the sea, only fish and sea monsters who don’t have the capability to set up civilizations. That could be different in your world though, right? It seems that way if you lived in the sea anyway.❞ Sea magic made sense, it was likely based around water and healing spells weren’t odd either. Moon incantations were unknown to him however, he couldn’t understand how the moon could offer magic in any way, though perhaps he’d pry that out of her eventually. ❝Ah, and my magic was taken too. They will return over time, I know a person who regained all his magic– though to be fair, he has been here for a long time.❞

He paused for a minute once he registered her question before nodding his head eagerly, hands folded together behind his back. Speaking of magic was something he enjoyed after all, it wasn’t odd that he was in such a pleasant mood. 

        ❝Before they took my magic, I could use all sorts since I studied it but my specialty is heat magic– magic based around fire. We have eight base types of magic back home, and each magician has one type they excel in!❞

           (♒) His words might have sounded strange to her; she found his words to be quite strange themselves. The idea of having a sea without civilization isn’t is terribly odd. This of course, is because she spent years and years in her sea, so the idea of it barren with just sea monsters and fish doesn’t seem plausible. Though she supposes it would be like those quieter areas she encounters, the ones without buildings that are perfect for walking and looking out at the scenery. It seems like that would be boring and rather sad to experience day in and day out. 

❝Of course it’s different!❞ she nods, good natured smile on her face. ❝We do have a lot of fish and creatures that don’t have a second form and can’t do much besides talk and swim around, but those are just normally the simpler fish and eels and sea snakes. The mermaids are usually good about helping them out though, so it works out.❞ She catches herself. ❝Do you know what mermaids are?❞ they’re everywhere in her sea and in others too. They’re technically the closest they have to humans, she supposes, expect they live in the sea so it probably doesn’t count. 

The female feels herself sigh in relief, glad that her magic will come back one day even if it’s not all at once. It’d make her feel better to know that she has more spells to back her up, as well as her father’s staff. She worries about that the most, since it’s the only thing she has to remember him by, besides the words he left her. 

The other uses heat spells, how interesting! She remembers seeing a couple of witches that could use that type of magic, but she always kept her distance just in case. ❝We’re opposites then!❞ words followed by laugh. ❝Hm, eight types sounds like a lot. What are the others?❞

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✿ - ♡ (your wadda is really great! i really love seeing her posts :D)

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This is the first time I’m rping her despite having played the game a year or so ago, so I really appreciate it! I’ll write a starter for you if you’d like!

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♡ Fingers gently caress the soft coat of a black cat as she cheerfully hums a tune without a care in the world. She’s only arrived a few days ago, but her unwavering optimism–or perhaps lack of better understanding of her situation–hasn’t faltered in the slightest, evidenced by the euphoria lacing her visage. Her only concern is finding Light, but she has no doubts she will encounter him sooner or later. After all, where there is Misa, there is Light, right?

♡ The click of heels against the paved floor causes the animal to run towards the young girl approaching, brushing his petit face against her leg. In response, Misa turns around, but surprise and confusion quickly adorns her features as her gaze lands on the newcomer.

“ Oh, are you a cosplayer? You’ve got a cute costume! “

         (♒) The sudden feeling of something brushing against her leg does startle the small witch, but upon looking down she calms down immediately. A small smile turns the corner of her lips and she reaches down, gently running her hand along the feline’s back. The animal seems quite pleased with the attention given, something that Wadanohara is relieved about. 

When hearing a voice, her head is raised and attention placed on the blonde approaching her. The question is an odd one, something that she isn’t sure what the topic is about or how to answer it for that matter. Pretending she knows what the other is talking about won’t help anything. 

❝T-thank you, a friend of mine made them for me.❞ She isn’t quite sure how she feels about her clothes being called a costume, but decides it’s because of a misinterpretation rather than being rude. The comment seemed sincere enough! ❝But it’s not a cosplay, they’re my normal clothes. Sorry but, I don’t even know what a cosplay is?❞