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whohassummonedme​:

Well, not a sword. It was more of a crystal orb. And yes, I do.

I will not fight you, yet. All newcomers are weakened, and it would not be fair to subject you to the final boss of this world.

I can provide tools, weapons, and armor, but they will all be cursed. Powerful, but cursed.

“Oooh, so you want a worthy challenger! I like your style! I’ll get there, bud, just you wait!

“...Whoa, cursed? Cursed how??”

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grimflyer​:

       NOTHING THIS HUMAN WAS SAYING made any sense, and he was losing hours of sleep simply listening to her inane spiel. nonetheless, he remains, folding his arms however. it’s only when she confirms his suspicions does he take a modicum of interest. so his inkling wasn’t misplaced— good to know humans really are like this.

               “  i’m—  ” 

                                                  —a witch.

       … he stops himself, closing his mouth, before readjusting his approach.

               “  … you ask a lot of questions.  ”

“Haha, sorryyy! It’s just so EXCITING to meet new people here!” she shakes her fists in the air, just getting the energy out. She really doesn’t want to be annoying to a potential friend, though...

“Speaking of-- What’s your name?”

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gleamknight​:

She seemed high strung and energetic, that was for sure.  It wasn’t a bad thing though, it was nice to see a kid who didn’t really seem to take anything too seriously and just kinda went with the flow…Actually, it was refreshing.  There were some numbers here, after all.

“You’ll be hard pressed to find me forging anything around here.”  He gestured to a decorative sword on the wall, “Striking hot irons isn’t exactly my thing.  Though, I’d say we could do just about anything.  We mostly get commission work.”

“Thoooough, if you have a vision for any jewelry, I know Lloyd’s been looking into picking back up daintier work~.”

“Ooh, so you run the business side? Who’s Lloyd, is he the blacksmith? Oh! Should I go out and collect the metal and stuff for him to use?” Then it’d be just like in a video game, gathering all the materials to craft with!

“Ooh, do you make enchanted jewelry??”

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floraversed​:

         Near the communal area, where the WILDLIFE came together, Willow rested calmly so with her familiar wandering around. Such peace didn’t last for long though as the rumble of a violent CRASH resonated within the lower area of OPHIUCHUS. Just around the corner from where she stood.

❝ Oh my titan ! Are you alright ?! ❞ The girl had ran up to the source of the noise. And what did the witch find ? A lump of limbs lying down in the ground. 

          But to Willow’s surprise, the other did not seem affected by that fall AT ALL. Instead she’s welcomed with an outburst of energy that she can’t barely catch up to. ❝ I - I don’t really know. I mean, such HEIGHT isn’t ordinary so I assume it’s a- WAIT ! I’m DIGRESSING. ❞ Not now Willow, this tree chit chat can wait for later.

         The witchling offered her hand for aid, her gestures featured clear concern and the palisman that had been flying around set on her shoulder. ❝ Are you sure you’re okay? That was a pretty hard fall. ❞

“Pfft, yeah! This is nothing! You should see me climbing when there’s real action!” Falling off castle walls like nobody’s business. That’s one reason she had a grappling hook, though! Too bad that’s missing here.

Right now, though, she’s perfectly fine, with only a bruise or two visible on her arms, which she hardly even seems to notice.

“I’m Marcy, bee-tee-dubs! What did you say your name was? And what were you saying about the tree?” She springs up, pulling out her notebook and poising her pen. “This place has a whole new profile of flora to learn about, I love it!”

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🔮 an orberoo, for me from you?

Oh, it is you, the clumsy one.

Let us see what is waiting for you, within your little soul.

Why, that is bright, but not as bright as some I have had today. It is glowing green, almost too bright, as if it it should not have this green. But it looks like it fits, does it not?

I am having difficulty making out the symbol. My jeweler's lens is around here, somewhere. Let us take a closer look. Hmm... A map, with three hands pointing in different directions.

Well, I cannot decipher what that could mean. Here is your stone, kid.

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Marcy is having an enthusiastic conversation with Tempus Museum’s curator. She’s gotten so absorbed into it on her way out that neither of them seem to truly realize they’ve walked out towards the steps outside.

And of course, in true Marcy fashion, she doesn’t notice the movement of a bike in her peripheral vision, let alone its rider. She does, however, forget that she’s walking towards steps. Her foot lands on nothing and she takes a tumble down.

After collecting herself and assuring Janus that she’s totally fine, I promise, it happens, haha! she finally hears her own name being said in a different voice. “Ohmigosh!! Anne?!” (Seeing that there’s someone else here to help, Janus waves to Marcy and slips back into the museum to attend other business for now.)

“Wow, I can’t believe it! How’d you get here? Weren’t you in Amphibia before?” Wasn’t she in Amphibia before? Marcy never actually saw either of the girls, but no other answer made sense. Does this mean Sasha could’ve ended up here, too? As long as the girls are together, they can take on anything.

“It’s been forever!! How’ve you been??”

Arriving at this new island without the Plantars had compounded with the stress of Anne’s last day in Amphibia to keep her going for far longer than she should have been- the girl needed some rest. She’d come a long way from being a lazy kid wrapped up in the ephemeral drama of teenage life, but this shift had perhaps gone too far in the opposite direction. Far as she knew, she’d be completely wired 24-7 until she found out how to solve every problem on her plate, and that suited her just fine. It’d just mean she would fix everything in a shorter time, and how was that anything but a win?

Of course, she wouldn’t be spending all her time with her nose in a book on interdimensional travel or handing out “Have You Seen This Frog?” posters. She knew she’d need to take a break every now and then to recuperate- how else would she be able to get back to sorting out every incredibly upsetting thing she had to get through in order to make things safe for everyone she cared about? It just made sense. Getting the lay of the land in each ward was something like a rest, right? Plus it’d go by a lot faster than her journey to Newtopia, given she had access to public transportation a lot faster than a giant snail. She loved Bessie, but a premiere taxi service was not the kind of travel the old girl provided. Right now, though, Anne was riding a bike she’d rented from Archimedes’ transportation service. She had a thing for feeling the wind on her face, breathing in deep as she was able to look around as freely as she wished, redirecting right for wherever she-

SKRREEEEK!

Anne had suddenly squeezed the handbrake with all the force a panicking varsity tennis player could muster, nearly throwing herself head-over-heels past the handlebars in the process. Her eyes darted to where she saw that flash of fabric- a long blue cloak, white fur adorning the shoulders.

Is that…?

Instantly she veered toward the figure, legs pedaling with so much greater force than she’d used before. Fast as she was racing, though, her mind raced faster through the past- when she’d first reunited with her friend outside the gates of Newtopia, all the adventures they had together, their tense encounter in the throne room, that look in her eyes when she…she was…

Another slam of the handbrake as she was well within distance to catch up on foot. Her foot swiftly deployed the kickstand before her other leg swung over the chassis so she could sprint and close up the distance between them. She let her energy wane as she was just a couple of meters away, slowing to a jog, then a couple of stumbling steps forward before she stopped. Though her chest heaved with every breath, she managed to get the words out just fine to call to someone who just had to be who she thought it was…her friend, one who she thought she may have lost just seconds before disappearing in a flash, yet now stood completely fine, talking to somebody quite enthusiastically outside Tempus Museum.

“Marcy…? Is…is that really you…?”

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“Oh, oh, do me!”

“…I should throw people more often.”

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WHERE THE WATER TASTES LIKE WINE // accepting!

@riddleranger​ asked: “ i thought it would last forever. it should have. ” 

        “ …me too, kiddo. ”

       the former king’s voice was quiet - hopefully quiet enough to hide the way it threatened to tremble. it hurt to be so vulnerable; it made his shoulders tense and skin crawl to do so. but… at the same time, he felt like he owed it to her. she’d poured her heart out to him, and he’d only filed it away to use against her later when the core ordered him to. even if she didn’t remember what happened - what he’d done - it was a way to at least even the playing field. even if there wasn’t any flipwort involved.

        “ … i had some friends of my own, back when i was young. … i tried to keep them too close. and then when i couldn’t… ” his remaining fist clenched reflexively, as if still gripping his sword hilt - and his brows furrowed as he winced from not only the memory itself, but voicing it. the remainder of his tail curled around him, and he forced himself to take a deep breath to steady his tone.

       my dearest friend,

    don’t close yourself off.

        open your heart.

         “ … they aren’t around anymore. and they haven’t been for a long time. ” he murmured, staring at nothing in particular on the ground in order to avoid looking directly at marcy. she knew how long he’d lived in comparison to the other residents of newtopia - and was smart enough to glean that he wasn’t just talking about physical proximity. where he was going with his uncharacteristically heartfelt speech, he wasn’t certain - but he felt that, if nothing else, he was a cautionary tale for her to avoid.

   it was hard for me to open my heart to others again.

    - -but i’m glad i did.

       “ once you’ve let someone in… the hardest thing you may ever have to do will be watching them leave. but staying stagnant… it’ll be the death of you. ” in more ways than one, he held back - already having been far too unguarded for one day.

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gleamknight​:

Zelos barely has time to process what’s happening as she’s already falling about in his residence.  The man blinked as she composed herself further, “Here, let me help.”

“It’s not good to be falling around like this in a weapons forge.”  He mentioned as he began to pluck some sticks from her hair.  “Speaking of which: what brings you here?”

Marcy lets him do so. If he accidentally pulls at her hair at any point, she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. (And she certainly doesn’t make it easy, not the sort to sit still well.)

“Oh, I was just passing by! It’s so cool that you’ve got a forge all the way out here! What kinds of weapons do you make?”

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spiderstaff​:

“He’s adopted!” She grins. “He’s a human, but he’s real smart. He’s a scientist and stuff!”

“In my world, elves live longer, and have pointy ears, and can usually learn magic easier than humans. A lot of us are born with it! And we’re usually lighter on our feet and stuff, but most humans are stronger! Is that how it is in your game, too? I wanna play!”

A scientist! Marcy has to meet him. Maybe he knows more about how this place works, too.

“That sounds pretty similar, yeah! But I mean, you can make whatever kind of build you want, it’s pretty versatile! It’s fun to see how broken the system can get, haha. I wonder what class you’d like...”

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dxrkestmirror​:

Doubt.jpeg.

“…I know it’s that way.”  He pointed behind her.  “I have no idea about the contents.”  But, it’ll keep her busy and out of his hair.

“Well I’ll let you know when I find out!” Marcy tries to pivot on a foot to turn around, and just ends up falling over.

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leviathanruled​:

        “ i’m certain your friends are doing alright. ” spite and bitterness threatened to seep into his voice with the way his body ached from his repeated defeat by anne - whether it was for the better or otherwise. he may have had a last-minute change of heart, but that didn’t make him forget the battle. only marcy was that lucky, it seemed.

         it was with some additional bitterness that he recalled just how simple it was to manipulate her current attention; he’d avoided answering uncomfortable questions yet again merely by introducing the promise of a new puzzle to solve above her head. he gave a quiet sigh, remaining silent until the human directed more ( much easier to stomach ) questions towards him.

       “ i did see that - i would assume that it’s the entry point for this world … and true, that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s the exit. ” he mused aloud alongside her, tugging at the tree he’d grabbed a hold of to use it as a makeshift walking stick. it was with irritation that he realized he was far weaker than he should have been - even with his injuries. but if this realm could take inhabitants from countless worlds and lock away memories that should have been very prominent, there was no reason that it would not also be able to do the same with one’s strengths and abilities. after a moment or two, the tree gave, and he was able to pull it from the ground.

       it didn’t escape his notice that marcy appeared to be trying to assist him - as she had when he’d performed his daily duties and routine before the return of the calamity box. it was a bittersweet familiarity….. he couldn’t dwell on that. it wasn’t fair to either of them. the smile on his face faded with that realization, and he made an effort to keep his voice and expression level and even.  “ …as hard as it is to believe, i think this world has a different method of interdimensional travel. “ especially since he recalled the music box in his own hands not too long ago…

       unless that was why he was brought here? his brows furrowed as he considered that this, too, was something of his own making. just as his ancestors had watched other worlds with the potential to invade them for resources, who was to say that an even more advanced world beyond theirs hadn’t been studying them, waiting for their own moment to strike? with all the countless eons of traveling to other realms… that sinking feeling returned. 

       he paused, glancing down at marcy once more. “ … are… you injured? ” he tried to keep his tone calm, though it came out cold and detached instead - and that was far too similar to falling into old, more comfortable habits. she didn’t look harmed at all, except for perhaps a few scrapes from her usual everyday clumsiness. 

“Right. I bet you’re right! They’re really tough, but you already know that, haha.” She’s told Andrias all about her friends, about their adventures at Saint James Middle School. She’s told him about how they arrived in Amphibia, too-- a memory that wells up alongside the thought that now she’s left them alone there without her.

She shoos the thought from her head, buries it under an unfaltering smile. It’s easy to redirect her attention. They’ll be okay! Amphibia’s a really fun place when you get the hang of it.

“Yes, that’s what I’m thinking! We’ll have to ask around in case anyone’s got an idea-- I haven’t been able to get much detail so far.” The level of effort it takes him to get the tree up is lost on her. Uprooting a tree is still a monumental feat of strength! “Or just I can! I know you’re more used to doing royal business in the castle-- And maybe you should still rest...?”

He seems really... tired. Which makes sense, given the injuries, she guesses-- she’s just never seen him like this, and it’s making her a little nervous. He’s probably disheartened by all of the, well, everything, but she’ll be able to cheer him up! She’s sure of it.

“Aw, I’m fine! I’m all organic.” And indeed, none of her clothes have metal either, though she’s noted that her metal-tipped arrows have been replaced with plastic. As for the minor bruises and scrapes she perpetually sports, they don’t even come to mind at all. “Oh! They told me when I got here that I’m supposed to have housing! I haven’t been yet, though. Did you get one? You could stay at mine if you need to!”

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dxrkestmirror​:

For a split second, he contemplated on unsheathing his sword and stabbing her for just being an annoyance.  But, he just breathed in, and let out a sigh.

“Educate yourself.  There’s plenty of resources around you.  I’m not going to promote ignorance or nothin’.”  Translation: Go read a book.

Fortunately, Marcy’s too nice for anyone to really want to stab.

“Oh, I know! Firsthand information is just so useful when I can get it. I mean, you’d be a primary source! Speaking of, though, could you point me to the library? My phone doesn’t have service, and I’m not very familiar with the city’s layout yet...”

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dxrkestmirror​:

“…Y’know.  That’s how jokes become unfunny.”

“People say that! But how can you think a joke’s funny that you don’t even understand in the first place?”

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“Oh!! Can you explain the joke in detail? It could be a really good insight into the culture!”

He seemed to be flicking open and closed a matchbox he’d picked up in passing.  “This would be terribly hilarious…But the joke might get lost in translation.”

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spiderstaff​:

“I dunno about all that… I could ask my dad, he knows everything,” she shrugs. He’ll probably know about phys-i-o-lo-gy, that’s science, right?

“Yeah, elves like me live waaaaay long! Like, seven hundred years. But not all elves have gray skin, that’s just dark elves! We live underground usually. I dunno what Creatures & Caverns is, but it sounds cool!!”

“Whoa, your dad’s here?!” Marcy wouldn’t want that, probably. But her dad isn’t an elf, so. “Seven HUNDRED, wow! Yep, definitely not the same species, haha! What else is different?” She’s already scribbling in her notebook with all these details!

“Oh, it’s a tabletop game where you can roleplay in a fantasy world! It takes a few players, but you’re totally welcome to join if I can get a party together here! It’s really fun!”

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spiderstaff​:

“Could you possibly just be an elf with shorter ears and not know it?? That’s what the captain says. We have humans, but Cap thinks they might just be confused elves.”

“WHOA, that would be so cool!! But there’s no elves at all on my world, sooo... well, we could have identical physiology aside from the ears, but in Creatures & Caverns, elves live way long, and they get a boost to their dexterity stat! Which I deeefinitely don’t, haha. Do you? Do all elves have grey skin where you’re from, too?”