#smartdwarf

[redlichbluelich]

@smartdwarf​

Barry’s finally outside, and now unable to get inside again, but that’s-- that’s fine, too. He can focus on helping people out here, at least. He doesn’t have to think about how difficult things are at the moment if he can just put some good into the world in the meantime.

Such as this younger person who seems a little aimless, probably stuck outside same as Barry.

“You doing okay there? Seems like the weather’s got a lot of folks stuck, uh, in or outside where they don’t wanna be.”

[sunwoofs]

@smartdwarf​

Libraries are peaceful and beautiful places. And, despite what Issun’s influence might suggest to the contrary, Amaterasu does know how to behave in them; there is the simple matter that she is not particularly scholarly herself, as perhaps indicated by the goddess’s inclination to manifest in a form that lacks specialized page-turning appendages.

But she would like to have some information, if that is at all possible, and that means seeking out one of Xalphina’s patrons who is a bit better equipped in that subject. Approaching someone who looks like they might be kindly interrupted, Amaterasu uses what her given form is particularly well-equipped at:

Big soulful puppy eyes and a hopeful whine, ever-so-gently pushing her nose over the edge of Dortin’s book to place herself in his line of sight. 

Can you say no to that face...?

[ringcicatrix]

@smartdwarf​

“Hmm... which base to use...” Ryou had found himself in the doll room without much hesitation, quite excited to see so many options for customization and building within. Plenty of people could get weirded out by stuff like this, he knew quite well- but it was the slightly uncanny feeling that you got from ball-and-joint dolls that he actually found most interesting about them. “Ah. This one.”

Smiling to himself, the teenager picked up a doll base to examine it closely. There weren’t any details on it yet, but his mind was already whirring with plans on how to paint it. With a small nod to himself, he moved to grab some supplies for customization- and bumped into another, almost dropping the doll in the process.

“A-Ah, sorry. I suppose I got a bit too caught up in my own world... they have so many interesting tools here for crafting, it’s a bit distracting.”

[notyourforte]

HIGH FIRE AND LONG FALLS 

@smartdwarf​​​

Heavy clanking of metal feet echo on the high paths of the Fibonacci ward, the sharp tapping of finer shoes and gunshots scraping past armor. A cloaked figure with a cobra-like helm runs with little in their way in high society.

Chaos unfurled in other wards and sections, and more would only ensue for the runaway’s entertainment. Such a hooligan surely shouldn’t be in the 4th Level–but he insisted on making it the stage for graffiti and fireworks.

Making a spark with the wrist of his vambraces against the ground, a set goes off in smoke and fire. Assailants distracted, the cloaked figure laughs as he slides down the tube of a glass elevator chute.

With a jump and roll, he tumbles to a landing, and with more security showing up–a passerby, one small and dwarven-like–is used as a shield before, without a hitch, he jumps back onto the railings and down, down, down to one of the lower sky-occupying walking bridges.

The landing would break any normal person’s knees–good thing Bass isn’t a human at all. Once his cloak settles, he unceremoniously drops his hostage and keeps running down the hall–

“Thanks for the free pass, lose–RRRRRRRRRRRR--!!” 

A burst of electricity suddenly sends him recoiling onto his back.  

Evidently, there was an electrical fence there, only denoted by a border of metal on the floor. One installed expressly to keep troublemakers from lower levels from coming upwards from a less-used path. 

[courageousguise]

@smartdwarf​

‘Watch out!’ Link quickly motioned to the stranger, before pointing behind him. ‘The pixies are doing a play, you don’t want to disturb them.’

Indeed, a handful of the tiny citizens of the Pixie’s Playground seemed to be doing just that, and the boy had been relaxing and enjoying himself for the moment.

[isolaradiale]

I would like to re-app Dortin from Orphen. Also, may he return into his own house in Cotes? Thank you~

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Dortin!

You will be housed in your PERSONAL HOUSE IN COTES.

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

– mod pleiades.

[kujoutengu]

@smartdwarf​

At some point during his adventures in the city, Waka stumbled upon a library dedicated to the city and its history, as well as its various locations and attractions. It didn’t take the prophet long to bury himself in books, all the while typing away at the nearest computer. 

Even though he had a job that took up a fair amount of his time, Waka felt that he should be doing more. He also felt that he should get to know this place thoroughly, and much like his days in Nippon he set to researching and learning all he could.

Perhaps he would even stumble upon a way to return home.

As he typed, Waka reached over to take a book off the top of the nearest stack, only for them to topple over.

“...merde.”

[losingmyjustice]

@smartdwarf​ sent;

🌌? <3

aesthetic™

[spiderstaff]

@smartdwarf​

“‘Scuse me, do you need help with something?” Kay hasn’t been a magical girl for very long, but heroes are supposed to help people, right? This guy doesn’t look like he’s in any immediate danger, but...

Well, she’s gotta be able to help him somehow, right?

“Um, I could help you carry something? Or reach something maybe!” She’s not very tall herself, but she’s got extra powers now, surely one of those could work!

[bulletrein]

        THE DAY HAS ALREADY GROWN FRIGHTFULLY late; a surprise, perhaps, brought upon by his own HUBRIS. yet, unsurprising, perhaps, for being unused to this city and it's ROUTINE, barret is left to his own devices, wandering o'er streets to tend to his own questions. to seek his own answers. and as a sherbet orange and bright pink paints across the skies and he's all hurrying home in a sudden RUSH -- what lurks the streets at night? he TRULY does not know! if he were to venturesome a guess, it would be that if he did not hurry soon, it would fall into night. barret admits to himself that such worry is likely UNFOUNDED, yet —- habits; something difficult to BREAK, aren't they?

a glance over his shoulder, VIGILANT watch as he waits for the tram's arrival, and yet, posture stiffens a mere second later. positively small, the only thing he could THINK about the short statued individual. practically a CHILD, yes? ❝are you lost?❞ words questioned in a voice far SOFTER than what appearances would suggest. ❝it'll be dark soon. you don't want your parents to WORRY, do you?❞

@smartdwarf liked for a starter.

[spardium]

He’s a bit rusty on the tricks department. The cooler son of Sparda, rusty. Even he can’t believe it. But after he tried to do some cool tricks from a building into the snow and failed completely, maybe he’s not doing too well at keeping up his training. He’ll admit he’s been a little lazy and a little too lax with his world saving responsibility, but this city made for a good vacationing and pizza consuming spot. Who could blame him?

Those are all the realization he’s coming to terms with right after failing to do the coolest trick Spirale has ever seen, of course. Doing a triple aerial backflip would be nothing for him were it not for his hubris and lack of powerful bloodline. He thought he was getting better at this ‘lacking-in-cool-and-awesome-powers’ shtick, but apparently not.

Inner turmoil aside, there’s a man currently face down on the snow.

Maybe the bystander that came across him could check up on him.

@smartdwarf​

[wishpsynergy]

soft sentence caring compilation // NOT ACCEPTING!

@smartdwarf​ asked: ❝ let me help with that. ❞

Grocery shopping was hard when you had to carry various bags by yourself. It’s even worse when it’s a hot summer day, you’ve got no change clothes yet and nobody to help you out -- or so it seems, but then someone approached Mia to, well, offer their help.

“Thank you so much...It’s just too heavy, I think we’re not that far away from where I live.”

[ringcicatrix]

send me a symbol and i’ll answer... @smartdwarf​ said:

🌻: does your muse like the outdoors?

Ryou certainly doesn’t hate being outside, but he’s overall more of an indoors person. He likes being able to go and sit in his game room and work on his dioramas and campaign stories and things like that, and it’s not uncommon for him to stay up a lot longer than he should while working on stuff for his games.

Bakura’s much more of an outdoorsy person in that regard- he’s far more (willingly) athletic and he likes being able to go do stuff, spending all day inside is boring. Now if only he’d put that work into something productive, and not stealing people’s souls.

[gallowsbough]

The library was deserted for the most part. Tucked into dim corners amongst the towering stacks of books, a few rather enterprising readers remained despite the late hour, shuffling pages, scribbling on paper, and slowly sinking into squashy seats.  

Yggdrasil had been leisurely browsing, hovering near the higher shelfs, until the telltale scrape of wood alerts her to what appears to be a young boy, shifting one of the steep ladders and scaling it. Precariously perched on the highest rung of a rolling ladder, he strains as he tries to slip out a thick volume. Sensing potential danger, she floats towards him.

Careful— let me get that for you, she chimes as she lays a gentle hand on the child’s outstretched arm. Yggdrasil plucks the book from its snug place.

Here! She offers the worn volume to him.

— @smartdwarf​ ❀ 

[floradorned]

↱ = being lost with them .

* SEND  A  SYMBOL.    ||    @smartdwarf    ( meme. )

      ❝ We’ve passed this area before, you say...? ❞   The hand at rest beneath his chin considers, while the boy’s words try his memory. It is difficult to navigate an area where much of the surroundings look the same, Haruki finds. The ward Fibonacci is much like a metal maze, a jungle of steam and steel towers one is certainly bound to become lost in were they unfortunate enough to be unfamiliar. And unfamiliar the guide surely is; although his stay on this island has not stretched on for very long, his visits to Fibonacci have been rare having felt the atmosphere ill suited for the likes of a being like himself. His knowledge of it is minimal, thus he is not of much help in their plight, to his great concern.       ❝ I do hope you’ll forgive me, young one, but I trust your certainty more than I do my own. ❞   The admittance is one he hesitates to make, feeling as though it is a failure toward reassurance. Even so, his aid can be provided in other ways, can they not? Despite all else, the child won’t be left alone to wander — he won’t leave him ‘til they each find their destination. His protection is the least he can offer, and he has no intentions to do otherwise.        ❝ Shall we backtrack as you’ve suggested? Be sure not to stay from my side; it is better we remain as a pair. ❞

[hiddenstar]

     What an inquisitive one, sitting there with a pile of books. While others seemed to be enjoying their time at this festival, he instead had his head buried between pages.

Strolling up beside Dortin, the god seated in her wheelchair would effortlessly pluck a book from the dwarf’s stack, perusing it with legs crossed. “Quite a strange time to be studying, isn’t it? Or is this just your way of having fun, little one?”

@smartdwarf​