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yuno but his hair does this permanently after long term use of his star magic thank you

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I’m going to the beach tomorrow until Thursday but expect activity on Friday

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i think her crimes should be forgiven

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now hear me out

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U should like this for a littol surprise

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do you see my electronic uno reverse card slamming on the table right now …

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atsushi as byakko but but if he was full of fish :)

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"how skilled you are, miss amaryllis." ryusui nanami is a keen-eyed thing, intense in pursuit of all that pulls at his interest. he settles upon the floor of their cave, the hideout amongst the sapphire-glimmering water. not too close to that charming island flower, but near enough to engage in conversation. the bustle of activity behind him reminds that this is merely a short break, and then he'll return to training with the drone's controls. "you weave words with such grace and elegance. they tell me there's not a person on this island you couldn't charm if you wished it." and all for the purpose of her solitary task, her war waged in sweet verse and clever smiles. sincerity finds its place in the angle of his smile, in the lack of purpose behind his commentary. perhaps he merely wished to express regards for sheer talent. "you must have trained yourself hard to find your way into the inner palace, no? i want to learn from you!" / this is for an inbox call from a while ago, i'm so sorry it took forever! hope this is okay!

" SO FORWARD, AREN'T WE? " she lilts, voice a gentle coo, brushing fingers through dark hair as if to draw attention to the way it caught the glittering light of the water. she tilts her head and regards him carefully, coolly, stretching her legs out with feline leisure, the hem of her stone world silks slipping off one knee. ( her hands continue their mindless task, wrapping thin rope around the intersection of a whittled tree branch and a sharpened stone to make a primitive, but none the less, lethal arrow. ) she offers a hum woven into her exhaled breath, like she's really and truly considering him. " that depends on what you mean by training, doesn’t it? i didn’t learn how to flutter my lashes or pout my lips in some classroom, darling. that came naturally. " she winks. " but worming my way into the inner palace? that took work. strategy. patience. and the willingness to smile sweetly at men i would rather have strangled with their own robes. "

her expression sharpened, for just a flicker of a moment ⸻ like sunlight passing behind a jagged rock. then, like a cloud clearing, her smile bloomed again. " but you already know what it’s like, don’t you? to chase what you want with teeth bared and a smile on your face. " she leans forward slightly, eyes glinting with something keener. " if you want to learn, then learn. watch closely. listen. just don’t expect me to teach you for free. even charm has its price. " and with that, amaryllis reclined again with a lazy stretch, eyes half-lidded, watching like a cat watching something golden and twitching. " but you can start by fetching me one of those snack cubes from the drone case. i am starving. "

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LUCI ... LUCI ... i think YOU'RE wonderful

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QIFREY EYES THE THING LIKE IT'S VENEMOUS. like if he reaches a hand out to secure it, it will surely whip around and bite him, and he'll die some weird, excruciating death at the hands of a waterless hair care product. so the witch watches and scrutinizes it. ( eyebrows drawn tight over eye and eye space, lips drawn in a tight and unbelieving line across his face. ) almost like it was too good to be true and wasn't trustworthy. and maybe it wasn't ⸻ the water witch would be none the wiser regardless. but he takes it, let's lanky fingers coil around the jar. brings it close to his face to glare into it, even sniffs it, looks like he may even consider tasting it before he shoves that idea to rest. so he just fixes a suspicious glance at her and holds the product close to his chest. " and this ... won't turn my hair green, burn it, or make it fall out? "

"It's a haircare powder...there was a lady in town selling it. She said it's good for keeping hair shiny on days when water's not an option."

Her hands are careful as she turns it over -- he doesn't seem to do too well with water, she's noticed. And, ah, she's not working right now....there's no reason for Luluci not to simply act as if she's a normal person.

"Make sure you scrub it into and out of your hair very well, since it's made with salt and clay. I...picked some up for someone else, too."

@staraze luluci for qifrey bc i decided she goes here too

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QIFREY LEAVES HIS COMMENTS TO HIMSELF. maybe ten years ago, he would have chided back that he clearly doesn't know his own limits, but years of maturity and raising other young mages has taught him better. ( he knows the boy's question is rhetorical and made in sullen sarcasm ⸻ but the witch doesn't care. the smile on his face creases the corner of his eye anyway. ) arms expand out in that dramatic gesture qifrey was prone to making, like a large cat stretching out in preparation to go back to napping in a ray of sun. he brushes the tone off like he doesn't even notice it. stalks closer and puts an arm around his shoulders, leading the boy away from their current position, toward a worn path in the forest's edge that creeps behind them. " not a thing. " is the cheery, sing song reply. he half expects the kid to blanch at him. " it's a nice day out. let's go for a walk. "

"I think I would know my limits better than you," a hiss, full of venom. Sync gives the man one last look before bunching his hands into fist. He wasn't wrong. But it makes it sting more than the markings on his chest. Whatever. A deep breath in- a long exhale. Repeating something over and over again wouldn't get him anywhere- it was insanity. Sync just needed to step back and think things over, look where he failed then try again later.

"-but whatever. What do you suggest I do otherwise- Teacher?" A shrug of his shoulders as the boy rolls his eyes pouring ever bit of sarcasm in his word.

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various scraps

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" I CAN'T DO MUCH FOR THE ANKLE. " honest and straightforward with it, as any physician should be. even without the scope of her abilities, a soft tissue injury just takes time. rest, ice, compression, and elevation have been the four pillars of recovery for such a long time for a reason. ( it's not entirely true ⸻ she could do something about the ankle, but yosano still strayed away from letting someone bleed out of their femoral for such a mundane injury. ) she feels strongly that the medical ethics board probably agrees with her on that hard boundary. a pause of thought, as she reaches for her small bandage pack. just a jewelry container repurposed " no. i carry most shapes and sizes. " her gloved fingers sooth over the tan edge of an unopened butterfly bandage: skin toned in color and cut to a shape that resembles the insect. " these ones are just best for jointed areas because the bend and flex with the skin. "

"Wow, you're good at this." Spoken with absolute sincerity, Yuma's quick to offer up a smile. It's just as the nice stranger said — a few scrapes and shallow cuts will certainly be fine. He's come by worse, experienced much more life threatening things, to make a fuss over such a small flesh wound. "Ah.. might've tweaked my ankle, but nothing else that serious!" Which still sucks since he can't exactly speed up the healing process. Anything outside of bone has to be left to more natural means. "That's cute, by the way. Are all the plasters you have butterflies?"

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big fan of characters that relate to abbey (mitski)

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