#asernolonger

[chuchelo]

@asernolonger

​It had been a massive pain and nearly a week long process, but he finally managed to set up proximity alarms all along the building Lionheart was housed in.  Frankly, he did it more for his own peace of mind rather than to actually protect the building; after Corvus mentioned all the insane stuff that tended to happen in Spirale, he was preparing for the worst.

The security cameras; however, were still being a pain.  Without having the ability to hook Anima up, he was forced to go through them manually each time something popped an alarm.  Corvus said he’d regain more functions on Anima if he just hung around long enough, but it was making him twitchy.

Crow was at Lionheart late tonight; he was trying to set up an autoscript that would run in the background to scramble their IP address -- or whatever that equivalent was here.  He was sipping on a juice box, quietly tapping away at the keys when the proximity alarm on the roof suddenly went off.  Crow jerked at the sound -- his juice box sadly fell to the ground and spilled -- and quickly scanned the cameras, only to see the roof camera was shut off.

Son of a-- Okay, he could go check himself.  It was probably, like, a bird or something.  He grabbed a fresh juice box and cautiously headed towards the stairs that led to the roof.  A thought briefly entered his mind that he should probably get a weapon in case something was up there, but then he wasn’t sure there was a point considering he wasn’t the fighting type.

Crow scurried up the steps and popped the small straw into his new juice box.  He paused at the door to the roof, but he didn’t hear anything on the other side other than the alarm -- it was probably safe, in that case.  He pushed it out without further thought; the moment he stepped outside he had a spear pointed at his throat.

“EEK!”  He gripped the box in fear and squirted the juice all down the front of his shirt.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, h-hey, there’s no need for that!  I work here!” 

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @asernolonger

✧*:･ﾟ| TWILIGHT has fallen, a spread of orange and red deepening into violet and blue. The blanket of darkness that follows is a comforting one, but eyes do not focus upon the deepening shades of sidewalk and grass, not when there's a sky stretching on into the beyond, filled with TWINKLING stars and the muffled boom boom of fireworks. He'd prefer it completely clear of obstruction, ideally, but the summer festivities pull him into a pleasant lull. With the sweltering heat finally cooling down, he's more content to BASK in whatever weather is given to him.

THAT is until he sees something strange streaking across the sky.

WHATEVER it happens to be, he's too preoccupied with curiosity and slight concern. Nothing at all quite like the fireworks on display, nor like the comets he'd eagerly watch streaking across the sky at every POSSIBLE opportunity. Another citizen of the island, perhaps, either directly or indirectly. He's uncertain about whatever the peculiars could even be as he floats his way through uncharted territory.

IN the overwhelming silence, he hears what could only sound like the snapping of twigs. In the very instant he begins to DOUBT his navigation skills ( he worries, when the stars seem so artificial and different to the ones he knows ) he hears it, LOUD AND CLEAR. Shield switches on, as he moves towards the sound.

❝WELL … do you have something to say about this?❞

[ascarletflame]

@asernolonger​

There were plenty of creatures around to eat – like those weird feathered flying things and hairy bushy tailed runners – but actual city cuisine was a little more exciting, and he supposedly was given some money to start off until he could make his own. Why not?

Grimm chooses a lovely looking cafe by the name of Pandora while he's looking through Archimedes, greeting the woman there with a hearty smile.

“A swell afternoon to you, my kind lady. Might you have any sort of special available?

                                   ...Although, you’ll have to show me how to release the                                                                        coins from this box.”

[charmingsecretary]

Is This Your Card? [Closed]

With Mariko (temporarily, she hopes) out of action, it falls upon Susie to run the cafe. She’s been back in Spirale for barely over a week, and she’s already up to her eyeballs in work.

Once things are settled, her next order of business to pass out cards to the employees she missed. The holiday season is critical to success, and the cards have been a great way of drumming up sales.

(Not to mention they also serve as cheap and convenient holiday gifts. The season’s still young, so she’s considering another... but only if they do well this year.)

As she makes her rounds to each employee, she comes across one who she’s seen before. Those pointed ears, that scaly skin... This must be none other than Selenie Armour.

(For Selenie, Susie might be familiar as well if she recognizes her particular aura, or failing that, Susie’s near-featureless face that looks strangely like the one that’s appeared on advertisements since January.)

“Here you go, Ms. Selenie.” She sets down a stack of business cards with Selenie’s name on them. “Here’s one hundred business cards, fresh off the printers. Make sure to give one to everyone you meet.”

She seems to be getting an odd look from the woman, and at first, she doesn’t quite know what it is, but then it hits her like a load of bricks. “Oh, right. You probably don’t recognize me.”

“I’m Susie, the manager of Pandora Cafe. I’ll be working closely with you and the others, so make sure to do your best, okay?”

There. That should clear that matter up.

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[silver-fuller]

@asernolonger // ♡ for a starter !

Of everything he expected to see here, someone donned in a suit of dragoon’s armor was the last.

It was easy enough, just through a glance, to discern that it was not Estinien - which was a relief, for if the Azure Dragoon was away from Ishgard...it could be terrible for the nation as a whole - but it most definitely was armor he was familiar with. Any child of Ishgard would be, no matter how young or old.

But what was a dragoon doing here? It seemed as if they had very little control over coming and going from this new world, but to come to a party in a full suit of armor...well, that raised the question of if something was amiss with all the celebrations. He would be of little help with just a wooden sword, but he had fought off foes with less effective weapons plenty of times before.

To protect all of the people here, it was better to confirm if something was truly amiss. 

So, Haurchefant approached the dragoon and offered a small wave and a smile. “Well met, friend! I did not expect to see one amongst the ranks of the dragoons here, but full glad am I to find a bit of familiarity.”

“Might I ask why you’ve come to such an event in your armor? Do you feel as if something is amiss with the celebrations - for if there is, you have my aid in rooting out the issues!”

[ultimorals]

TO HIS DELIGHT, KIYOTAKA LATCHES ONTO the idea that one could still be educated in this city. a library system and a school both — such things delight him in a way that little else has. no fondness for games and sports, caring for his body solely as a duty and not for fun — he'd not be caught dead goofing off or exploding in dark corners. such a SHAMEFUL state of mind! far unlike the state of being he intends to be in. first matters: find the centers of education and find the libraries.

he didn't quite bank on how strangely unfamiliar the cotes fantasci ward is.

he's drawn too close to the forest, followed a sign that must have been ERRONEOUS - and later he'd find that to be the product of a mischievous pixie - for he's emerged from an overgrown trail, bits of sticks and leaves clinging to his skull. the teenager huffs, a sharp intake of breath through his nose, as he stumbles upon cobbled stones. eyes wandering over the path, storefronts and lawns —- he can almost forget his presence in a practical fairy land.

eyes single out, resting upon the figure of the NEAREST adult. figures of authority tend to be viewed with both respect and fear, or perhaps not quite fearful, but AWARE, perhaps. understanding of what they could do, their purpose and reason. adults, he's decided in a silent, quaint way, are meant to be spoken to, to look up to. fingers fiddle with his opposite sleeve —- it would be nice if this one didn't appear to be so SEVERE. but brows knit together in the middle, heavy footsteps falling to a halt before her. the severity in his eyes, red and sharp, lift up to meet hers.

❝excuse me ma'am, if you do not mind, can you please DIRECT me to the library?❞

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[cafepandora]

Susie Haltmann is back in Spirale, and you know what that means: new business cards!

Selenie Armour ( @asernolonger​ )

Nanami Yasuri ( @nanamigatari​ )

Michael Carter ( @braveandthegold​ )

The back of each card is identical. They look like this:

[himbogriff]

Spiraling into Spirale [Astolfo & Selenie]

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The first wrong thing in a series of many wrong nonsensical things about Astolfo’s sudden appearance in Spirale was that he’d arrived alone. Whether standing in the middle of a bustling street or rushing out to a more open space, no amount of whistling, calling, or anything else was working to summon his hippogriff.

“HIPPO-KUN!” Astolfo had a kazoo, hippogriff plushie, and a new cell phone in his pockets. He was starting to hope he’d just forgotten his hippogriff somewhere, which was possible, and that he wasn’t lost or hurt in this new, foreign world he found himself in. He needed to exhaust all options, though. He took out the kazoo, blew one loud, jarring whine out of it, and shook his head. He flipped the phone open, realized his hippogriff didn’t have a cellphone or a number, and closed it.

He had to do it the old fashioned way, then.

Astolfo ran at the nearest, tallest tree on the fringe of the forest of the Cotes Ward (not that Astolfo knew what that was) with the intention of scaling it. The activity was dangerous, factually speaking, but he had no fear as he swung himself up from branch to branch, climbing as fast as he could with little thought as to how to get back down. The branches near the top thinned and became too unstable and bendy even for Astolfo to grasp or trust with his weight. He glanced around again and shouted, “HIPPO-KUN! C’MERE!” He whistled and listened as it reverberated around him.

Still, nothing. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the horizon when he did spot another figure in the sky. Not a hippogriff. He waved at the person. “HEY! HAVE YOU SEEN A HIPPOGRIFF? HE LOOKS LIKE THIS!”

Astolfo held the plushie over his head with both hands, displaying it.

[parasolbitxh]

Starter: @asernolonger​

     Heels kissing the pavement as the sun shone and parasol opened blocking the nuisance of a sun. The female twirled the item between her fingers as she was watching everyone with a tiresome look. The same thing, different days, different weather - where were the killings?

     Hair catching in the wind she let it dance about as eyes glanced between people faces, she felt disgusted as she saw people smiling, not to mention knowing people here. In a way, she missed the acknowledgment of people she used to work with/for. None would take the place of a certain someone.

     Her partner in crime one would say.

        Two peas in a pod.

     Her thoughts were disturbed as she carelessly bumped into someone, but she would just brush it off as they did so to her. Glancing up at the person she instead was met with someone who was pretty much twice her size. Giving her an expressionless look Neo cocked her head to the side.

[sunwoofs]

@asernolonger​

A potent air of power greets her from where she was dozing in the awning of a flower shop, pulling her head up off its paws. Drawing deeper, mouth slightly open, she comes to her feet and follows the unfamiliar presence. Not divine nor dark- no, on a closer sampling, there is something holy about it, but tangled together with a presence unlike what she’s beheld before. Very strange indeed.

The source seems to be a young woman, one that reminds Amaterasu of a dragonian, albeit clearly not meant for the water, with wings like that. She seemed preoccupied, at least, not enough to immediately notice the wolf behind her.

A state of affairs Amaterasu ‘helpfully’ rectified with a perhaps louder-than-necessary bark.

Let it never be said that the sun mother lacked a sense of humor.

[shadowbringcr]

As much as she preferred to spend the entire day wandering around the city and familiarizing with her surroundings, Lycelle was not born with limitless stamina. When one stomach rumbles, it would be wise to heed its call, so she quickly made a detour towards the nearest restaurant.

Pandora Cafe had a relaxed environment in spite of the lunchtime rush; Lycelle managed to secure a table of her own by the corner. She ordered for coffee and an omelette, and the various smells from the kitchen only raised her expectations.

And expectations were certainly met - in more ways than one. The coffee was sublime and rejuvenating, but it was the omelette that caught her attention. Oh, it was certainly delicious, but she couldn’t help but notice just how familiar this richness was. The way the cheese and mushrooms were prepared for this dish... She was certain - this was what Eorzeans would call Priestly Omelette, the name coined after the rousing success of Ishgardian kitchens perfecting this dish.

Could it be..? She signaled for a waiter in hopes of satisfying her curiosity.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I can ask for the culinarian in charge of this dish?“

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[wingedprinxess]

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     Ah, the raven-haired female wasn’t sure when it happened or really how it happened. She ended up getting separated from her trusty companion Angelo. One minute Angelo was with her and then the next - well... the rest is just history.

     So, here Rinoa was standing within the mass crowd of the inhabitants just pondering what her next plan of action was. Here she thought the Boardwalk would be a fantastic idea. So, Rinoa did her whistle that her faithful companion would come too, but she never arrived like she usually did. Maybe it was due to all the noises going on and Angelo was just as lost as she was. 

               This is what happens when Rinoa got curious about things.

     Leon would scold her for being sidetracked, but how could she not? She was brought to a new world, a new place, and surrounded by SO many people that were from other places. Sure, she was nervous but she wouldn’t let that deter her from meeting people.

     Letting out a deep sigh the female brought her index and thumb to her lips before letting out another whistle. People walked past her wondering what she was doing, but she figured another go wouldn’t do any harm. As the minutes ticked by she let out a defeated sigh. “Angelo, where are you...”

     Elsewhere, Angelo was sniffing everywhere trying to find her owner. the Australian Shephard ears perked up thinking she heard something, but they lowered once more. Her search was fruitless as she got pets by people but she eased away from them not sure if she could fully trust them or not.

     Continuing her walk she began sniffing the air picking something up. Ears perked she began to growl. Looking up upon seeing a pretty big shadow she began barking at it. She may be a dog, but she was pretty intelligent to know no person could be that big.

[allcapsisola]

I’M A FREAK OF NATURE! I’M A MONSTER! WHAT IN THE HELLS AM I MEANT TO DO NOW?!

– selenie armour, warrior of light ( @asernolonger )

[kisorashi]

@asernolonger

Djeeta always held a fondness for cherry-blossoms. Admired the beautiful flowers that bloomed on the branches. Fully appreciating the fleeting beauty that only lasted for a short time before falling. She always considered herself lucky whenever she and the crew arrived at an island during its season. The memories filled her with nostalgia and a promise to plan ahead should she ever return home.

It wasn’t until her adventuring brought her to the Cotes Ward that she came across a pleasant surprise. Pink petals fluttered around her and with a wide smile she spread her arms out to join the falling petals in a dance. The sight would be strange to anyone who would decide to pay the young woman any attention. She pays no mind to any who would judge her as she continues to twirl and giggle in delight.

In the eternal cherry blossoms, she didn’t notice the woman–with a dragon wing?!–until it was too late. In her stupor, she ungracefully spins into her and falls back onto the ground.

Dazed, the world spins, but she does her best to say, “A-are you alright?” towards the woman as the captain tries to steady her spinning mind.

[charmingsecretary]

Survey Says [Closed]

While looking and sounding like Mariko Oliveira wasn’t quite what Susie wanted out of life, she endeavored to keep her spirits afloat and promote her business anyway.

According to the roster of Pandora Cafe, there weren’t a lot of employees on staff. Besides Mariko herself, the only name that stood out was that of one Selenie Armour.

No harm in trying to connect with her, she thinks as Susie approaches the draconic cook. Even with the height of an average human, she still finds herself looking up at her.

“Hello there, Miss... Selenie, wasn’t it?” Oh my goodness. Was her name “Miscellany?” “I’m conducting a survey on the quality of our business. As one of my employees, I value your voice!”

“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you value a quality service?”

Susie is at least 85% sure this survey is going to go over well.

@asernolonger​

[isolaradiale]

(Besides creating threads with partners, how else can I show my muse's participation in the Event? Do I just create a series of posts that are tagged with the event that describe her murdering balloons without mercy or what?)

Drabbles are fine to show participation, but they have to be over 500 words to count!

-- mod spica