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[babyitsmagic]

Laki

His gaze landed on a familiar face in the crowd and he immediately turned in the other direction, praying they hadn’t seen him (as though he would ever get that lucky). Still, their last interaction had been… unpleasant, to say the least, and if he didn’t have to see them again, he’d prefer it. Maybe he could slip into one of the stores on the street. Or maybe just book it. Anything would be preferable.

[likeacharacterinamusical]

The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.

She had been---

She had been--

Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.

[rancorasael]

who?: open to all where?: mercury's bazaar when?: in the neptunalia verse

It was a passing comment on a stranger's lips, something vague about wanting to learn more about the Vanguard. It pissed Asael off to hear such nonsense and the thick threads of frozen water he began to tug at would've visualized his displeasure. Unfortunately, the glint of Olympian rings distracted him for a moment and his weave misfired, launching his frigid magic haphazardly into the crowd.

Asael didn't have time to stick around and get the scope of his accidental destruction. He slipped away in the resultant chaos, knowing a nearby entrance into the Bazaar. Clutching his hurting, ice-covered hand to his chest, he hoveled through his pain into the darkest alley he could reach, worried that the Olympians were still following him. Asael was visibly in rough shape, however stepping in pain was just second nature to him. When he walked back into another, his immediate reaction was to leap away and raise his uninjured hand, demonstrating that no matter how he may have looked, he was ready for a fight still.

"Well? Think I'm easy all you want, but I'm not," he says, hiding the strain in his voice well enough. He wasn't coughing up blood yet so he could pull off a few more spells before passing out from pain. "You won't get anything if you rob me, I don't got anything. Except for an ass-kicking. That I can give you for free."

[sillymuses]

"Cower and fear me! Rah!"

[ageofkarme]

who?: open to all where?: boreana when?: neptunalia

The Duchess of the Skies, Athena's Hand, the most graceful airship to grace the skies. She was a gift Karme was still trying to prove he earned through diligent practice of its piloting systems. Participating in combat maneuvers on the front lines of the Queenset Isles was meant to streamline Karme's development as a pilot, but honestly he felt he got the most experience from flying around as he was currently.

The ship dipped, twisted, and flipped in the air, proof that Karme was practicing the controls daily. There was still more work to be done before he could call himself a pro, but the small crowd that had gathered to watch his aerial performance was proof Karme was making progress. As he landed and disbarked he pulled his goggles on top of his head and grinned widely with his arms on his hips. "If you thought that was cool, check this out!" From his pocket, he produced a small object he'd tinkered together in his spare time. It floated in the air and spat out colorful sparks, sparks that changed hue when he tapped the item. He thought it was super cool, plus he made it with his own hands. Sure, flying around in his grandmother's groundbreaking new invention was awesome, but his little trinket had merit too. He thought so at least. "Let's just say this buddy helps to keep the vibe light in the control room," Karme says, showing off how the sparks change color when his finger taps on it.

[calciferisms]

"I don't want to go back inside!"

[steadythora]

when?: early morning after the last night where?: what remains of nornwatch tower who?: the babes that are there kith kith

Thora watched them build the pyre as she cleaned her sword, though she didn't help. There were so many that had come so far only to end up beneath a fire, her own mother among them. Thora's stomach could barely handle it. It churned in disgust and twisted in anger, coiling into knots as she contemplated her life over the last few weeks. The circumstances of the Iskarans weren't random, someone was going to pay. Good thing too, she thought, because I actually enjoy wiping blood off my steel.

Not one for commiserating, Thora seemingly broke out of her trance-like state when Kari shifted her attention, growling in warning as she always did when someone stepped too close to her companion. The pyre no longer interested her, and neither did discussion beyond what came next. The wolf settles once Thora pets her neck. "You look well enough," she interjects abruptly as if she hadn't been soullessly breathing in smoke and death. "Have you been around? Do others seem ready to move? The longer we stay the higher chance there'll be another attack."

[aegeanxcalla]

where?: tower of olympia library when?: sometime between the iskaran arrival and neptunalia who?: open to all

Calla may not have been an instructor at the Tower, but when her senior Scholars call on her mind to help guide the next generation of witches, she always answers the call. Teaching or holding demonstrations for the Novices was always fulfilling, and even though Calla's ability to cast was far beyond anything they could hope to achieve, their applause after seeing her weave a mini cloudburst before their very eyes was enough to make her bashful. "Please, that was hardly anything to write home about. Honestly, on my own, I'm nothing special..." But saying so out loud sparked a new idea for her. The girl with mist swirling at her feet hurried to the library's threshold, sensing the perfect addition to her small seminar. "I knew it, you're the perfect one to help," she says wistfully, her eyes visibly lighting up as her fingers interlock. "Would you be willing to help with this demonstration? I know the Novices would appreciate the knowledge we can provide them together."

[fharzai]

where?: tower of olympia when?: troup 1's happenings who?: any hoes in the book place

Maps of Lysara and its surrounding nations, scrolls and tomes thrown about haphazardly, indecipherable sketches scribbled across multiple parchments, bowls of various colored poultices and swinging ornaments burning incense: this is the scene in the section of the library Fharzai commandeered Evidence of him both drawing with and consuming whatever he ground in his mortars is seen in the earth-tone stains around his mouth and fingertips. A man possessed, he sat in the circle of the wreckage surrounded by candles with a deck of cards in hand.

Five flipped face up, their runic scribblings clearly not providing the answer he sought from the exasperated noise he let out. "Naturally," he says, looking pointedly at his approacher. "It was you who threw off my tarot. The moment the determination was made for you to be here must've been outside of what I've seen. Otherwise..." Fharzai hadn't been sleeping, not truly and not well enough. Long-forgotten visions began to plague his dreams again, signaling that they'd be coming to fruition soon. He needed to understand the message, but he was hesitant to explore his own dreamscape for answers. Instead, he collects the deck of cards and begins to shuffle. "You must be here for a reason. The cards will tell me what that is and I, in turn, will follow the threads to my answer. Care for a reading?" he asks, though the expectant way he offers the deck for them to cut suggests his words are more of a directive.

[elokian]

where?: the port™️ (caribella) when?: troupe 1's happenings who?: open to any who'd be there

It's been a while since Neptune's Fleet sailed the straits of Taravell. Elokian's latest treasure craze has kept his eyes beyond the Veiled Sea, but true to form his navigator's route had his armada sailing to Caribella. With a flagship as iconic as his, Elokian figured that word might spread about his return before he even reached the island, but docking in the port would undoubtedly get gums flapping.

Each vessel of his mighty fleet brought its own, unique intrigue to the dock dwellers, but a flagship as magnificent as his dwarfing every other docked armada was what people would be talking about. Elokian knew how Caribella loved to spin its tales. And while he enjoyed being the center of it, there was no telling what some brash upstart might do with that information. That's why while his crew all went ashore to tend to their stomachs and lovers, Elokian remained behind, swinging low in a hammock rigged to the high bow of his flagship. "Aye, she's a beaut' wouldn't ya say?" he calls down to the passerby. The question comes seemingly from nowhere as the hat pulled over his eyes and aimless strumming of his lute gave the impression of carelessness. But Elokian was on guard no matter what his vibe may seen. Anyone who stared at his ship for too long, even if out of adoration, would be questioned. "No ship is as loyal, vicious, or stunning as she. Ah, the stories she could tell ... making every raft in this port shrivel in shame like a rat's cock wouldn't even make the list. The Captain is quite fond of her, as I'm sure you can imagine."

[jewishjanetandco]

"We could have a family reunion, if a certain someone hadn't gotten rid of my dear, dear child," the Toymaker's voice contained rage hidden behind fake sorrow -- or was it genuine, the longer he'd spent on earth, surrounded by humans and their families...

"And our dear doggy was vanquished. Y'know, it's as if someone has a hatred for chaos!"

[babyitsmagic]

Fern

"I will cry and that is a threat."

[likeacharacterinamusical]

"--" the Doctor stopped glowing, their atoms momentarily stabilizing.

They moved towards a nearby puddle and groaned.

Prominent ears and a balding head greeted them -- fresh out of the Time War, running from their problems...

"Oy," the Doctor called, waving over a passerby, "could you tell me what year it is?"

[sillymuses]

"A child today said my tongue looked like a worm. I must plot their demise for this! It is they who will become...THE WORM!"

[ageofkarme]

who?: anyone in eterna where?: the streets™️ when?: during this hrimthur's wasteland stuff

It hit him like a bolt of lightning so intense Karme dropped the schematics Verna had him bring to the Tower so he could crouch down and scrawl his thoughts out in the dirt of the walkway. He'd never thought about weaving concurrent enchantments through a triple-layer circuit before. "I'd need a different conducting material and would probably need to account for heat output when stabilizing, but if I modify the base enchantment then..." Considerations of mechanics, weaves, and conditions flashed haphazardly in Karme's mind, increasing the potential avenues of thought by the second. Only something like a misplaced footstep over a portion of his etchings could break his flow. In fact, a long stretch of silence follows his barked 'Hey!' as he stares the culprit down with furrowed brow. "No, that's a good point. I will need to double the coefficient first..." he comments as if the person's clearing of his dirt squiggles was an intentional correction, before sticking his nose back into the walkway to continue scribing his calculations. Naturally.