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[valeriius]

Valerius is in the midst of preparing tea when the door swings open, revealing an unfamiliar young man engaged in animated self-dialogue and meandering about as if he owns the place. He regards him with a puzzled yet cautious gaze, and it appears the stranger remains oblivious to his presence, thoroughly absorbed in scrutinizing the surroundings as if assessing merchandise. As Valerius tunes into the kid's utterances, he comes to a certain realization.

The dreaded roommate.

Charming.

Will the lad persist in such behavior? Constantly conversing with himself when he could easily internalize those thoughts? Their personalities are already in sharp opposition with Valerius composed and quiet while the other male explores and indulges in a self-invested monologue. It doesn't require a keen intellect to see that the likelihood of them getting along is quite low.  The fates certainly have a twisted sense of humor. Carefully, Valerius places the teapot down onto the clean surface of the counter before making his way to the blond— internally cautious but visibly cordial.

“I surmise you're the latest addition to my living arrangements.” He says, eyeing his new roommate down. He’s a lot shorter than from where the prince was standing a few seconds ago, but Valerius knows better than to underestimate anyone just because of the stature they were born with. “I trust our future interactions will prove to be agreeable.”

He's not sure if the people in charge of this place are intending to make use of hid abilities at some point or not; it would seem really dumb to seal them if they wanted him to do something but no one's given him any instructions other then a vaguely threatening 'don't ruin the architecture' that he's ignoring. He only assumes they might want him to do something because, well, he apparently has money and a place to stay. Money is recognizable as such and the key implies lodgings even if it's confusing.

Deidara is not at all sure what to make of the thin box that glows. It's just weird so he sticks it in a pocket of his clay pouch for later.

A little asking polite questions of the locals gets him a rundown of how the money works and which is worth what (courtesy of an older lady he sweet talks by being as wide eyed and confused as possible) and directions toward the housing district marked on his key. Along with a heartfelt hope he gets along with his roommate.

That might not be so bad. He's spent enough time living with the other Akatsuki members to get along with other people well enough. He can play nice. When he wants to.

After finding the villa that's apparently part his (which is way nicer then anywhere he's ever stayed in his entire life honestly) Deidara lets himself in and starts poking around.

"Damn, at least they gave us a nice place to live, un. Guess dying isn't so bad after all, yeah. It would be nice if they told us what we were here for right off the bat though, instead of making us wait to figure it out, un."

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[valeriius]

He’s still here? Why is he still here?

Perhaps this is what the prince gets for making the rare offer of a feigned praise. The stranger now seems to have taken that as an invitation to a conversation he's hardly interested in having. With him, at least. The atmosphere is just right for a peaceful read— sitting on a wrought-iron bench just beneath the golden glow of the street lamp with nothing but the well-worn pages of his book and the crisp evening air to keep him company. The answer to the man’s question is right before his very eyes and yet, he still seems compelled to ask anyway.

If Valerius had known that this spectacle of a human being will intrude upon his desired solitude, he would have taken his reading in the privacy of his assigned home. He loathes the place but it certainly is starting to sing praises of his name at the moment. He watches as the other male makes an attempt at picking the scatter of tiny leaves and twigs off his hair, not quite getting all of them and just further tousling the initially rebellious peaks. It’s frankly starting to bother the prince but he opts to leave it be.

It doesn’t help that the guy is still smiling, almost sheepish, as if there’s a lot to smile about despite their shared circumstances of being here in this realm. Valerius' clear air of condescension would have been evident to anyone, yet it appears lost on the stranger. Surely, no one can be that dense, can they? Or is Valerius giving him too much credit?

Nevertheless, if there’s one key to getting himself out of an unwanted social engagement, it’s to make the other party uncomfortable.

"If your intention is to entice me with the prospect of a cozy evening with you in your chambers, I would recommend directing your flirtatious advances toward a more open-minded individual."

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」 - This was the front that had always worked for him. The front that had always put those creatures around him at ease (for the most part). Play the bumbling, harmless fool and you can be accepted. Play the fool and none of them will be any the wiser. They may still reject you, but at least it's less likely to have anything to do with what you are. It might not be out of fear and terror for those qualities that are so unexplainable and foreign.

So other.

Although the people of the Colony had still accepted him, knowing what he was, there was still… this reverence with which they held him to an extent. He had heard it in Luida's voice sometimes and there were others in the younger generations who were unnerved by him. Even the family and home which he had found was somewhat unsteady.

In any case -

Vash smiled at the other man, allowing the patronization to go "unnoticed" as he rubbed the back of his neck. He had made quite the big deal out of everything so he deserved it to an extent. Besides, there was no point in rocking the boat too much just yet. If he could help it.

He picked several leaves and twigs out his hair, the styling now gone to ruin. However, as always, it seemed that he couldn't just leave well enough alone and felt that he had to ask, "Sorry, but what're you doin' out so late at night? It's just that it's cold, y'know?"

The same could be asked of him, even if he had the excuse of trying to get his key back. He would field that question when and if it came. - The point was: it would be so much warmer to read inside.

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Valerius had expected immediate compliance and as always, Lilith did not disappoint. The sadness that surrounds her like a dreary cloud doesn't escape his notice though, and it prompts him to ponder the extent of her connections in this unfamiliar realm. Valerius hadn't anticipated Lilith's seemingly quick adjustment to a world entirely foreign to them both. They might not be the sole inhabitants from their world here after all, which could mean potential dangers of trusting too readily in a realm where allies and adversaries may remain indistinguishable. 

Anyone could be easily scheming to pilfer their magic now and he’ll be damned if he allows that to happen just because of this young lady’s dim-witted decision to live in the clouds.

“What am I to do with you…” A weary sigh escapes him as he delicately pins the curve of Lilith’s chin between his fingers. His touch, like a gentle directive but still with a certain regality, tilts her head upward and aligns her gaze with his. The profound look of relief and fondness that brightened her soft features prior to his caution is nowhere to be seen now. Perhaps it’s far more prudent to keep her this way— with an edge of fear that encourages caution in her interactions. 

Then again, he may find it wiser to simply keep a vigilant watch over her moving forward instead.

“Now then,” Content with her compliance for now, he lets her go with a smile that’s almost a jarring contrast to his expressive disapproval not too long a moment ago. “why don’t you show me this humble abode of yours? I believe it’s in my best interest to be aware and ensure your safety in case peril finds its way to you.”

She was a touch caught off guard by his reply. Though perhaps she was not so surprised, he was always more the pragmatist than she - their conversations in the court often led to some disagreements, but oftentimes she was put in the place she was meant to be in ( the reminders were good, he was right )

But her smile faltered ever so slightly, her tongue bit between her teeth, and her gaze falling to the stones below her feet.

' Is it wise to be making friends in a world you know nothing about? '

She hadn't thought about it like that. From what she had gathered, most of everyone seemed to be of different worlds ( what a miracle it was that there were so many places out there, she wished to lay her eyes upon them all ) and for that, they had something in common. Stranded but in good company.

No one had hurt her either. Everyone had been more than kind to her and more than that, ever so helpful. She was distressed she was unable to be for the others ( useless without her magic. a waste of space ) but she knew that her upbringing shielded her from the knowledge of how to dwell among people. She craved it, but she could not have it.

Valerius was far more experienced with people. She remembered the ways he spoke to the nobles and wealthy who visited the banquets. The charm he carried, and how he would tell her who was to be avoided. She was not one to believe rumors, but his word was one that he trusted more than most, except for those of the church.

" I ... do not know. They have been very kind to me... I didn't-" she was cut off before she might proceed. Was it wise? Foolish girl, of course, it wasn't.

" I ... understand, Prince Valerius. " She paused, gaze still cast to the ground. " I thank you for your council and shall practice caution as we seek to return to our homes... " Elated as she was by her companion, she carried a soft sadness in her chest. She was rather fond of her new friends.

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Valerius would have offered a hand had he known the guy would take this long just to retrieve his key. He would have accomplished the task more efficiently too. However, opting for such aid would have entailed navigating the thicket of nature's daggers, risking cuts and the activation of his curse. In front of a stranger who smiles too much, no less.

Apparently, he isn’t the only one who deems the guy a nuisance. Just how annoying can he be if even his own roommate would possibly rather make him sleep outside in the dead of the night rather than go the extra mile of unlocking the door for him? Valerius would have done the same. Admittedly though, there is something to be admired about this young man. Despite losing his key and enduring the tragedy of an indifferent roommate, he remarkably remains unfazed and refuses to let anything dampen his spirits.

It’s the kind of pathetic that warrants condescension. 

“Good job.” Valerius offers a wry smile, his tone dripping with a patronizing sweetness. He sets his book on his lap to lift his hands and join them in a clap so light, it almost seems like the applause of distant raindrops. The stranger’s now-disheveled hair looks silly with the aftermath of his efforts displayed in tiny leaves and fragments nestling in the dark tresses. He wouldn’t have looked as unkempt as he does now if he had just pulled his coat off to reach for his key easier, but Valerius figures it’s safer to assume ingenuity is not the guy's strongest suit.

"Off with you then, and send your roommate my regards. They sound lovely."

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」 - He blinked.

…A nuisance, huh? Well that sure wasn't something he'd heard in quite a while. Not since he had last been on the receiving end of a lecture from Meryl a few weeks earlier. Then he had been dragged to wherever this was. Now, sat back on his heels, he looked at this other man, his own hair and clothing a mess. But then he smiled, even as he was thrown an insult. "It shouldn't be too much, longer, honest. I jus' don' have a spare and I dunno that my roommate would let me in…"

He had met the man once so far and he could tell that the other… wasn't exactly fond of him. Although Vash was no stranger to that sort of reaction at all.

Vash just smiled and turned back to continue rooting through the underbrush for his house key. His coat continued to snag on the brambles and branches but he continued to stretch his arm, pressing his face as close to those brambles as he dared. Sure he had suffered far worse than a few scratches and scrapes but just shoving himself face-first into the thorns would still hurt. If he didn't have to get hurt, he didn't want to. Yet his fingers stretched and he peered into the dark bush. He could see the key but no matter how he angled his body, arm, or hand… his fingertips… just barely… touched!

Gloved fingertips brushed against the key, his uncovered index finger curling to try and hook it slightly with his fingernail.

He managed to get it!! He looked back at the man with the book in his hand. "Got it!"

Of course, he understood that the other man wouldn't care but he really did have his key back after nearly 15 minutes of struggling. Could he have just taken off his coat and retrieved it much easier? Yes. However nobody needed to be exposed to that sort of sight. So he struggled instead.

He sat back again, hand clenched tight around the key. "Sorry about all of that... I'll be going now." Slowly the man pushed himself up.

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Unhand me, or be prepared to face the consequences far graver than your feeble mind can comprehend! This is not a suggestion; it's a last courtesy before the tempest of your own making descends upon you! I will have your heads! Your very flesh will melt in the searing flames of your own inferno!

“Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf!”

His tiny body squirms and wriggles as Valerius tries to free himself from the grip of the little boy’s hand clutching the scruff of his neck. The frustration in his tiny barks matches the way his small paws futilely paw at the restraining hand. Amidst his pocket-sized struggle, the surrounding children find amusement in the spectacle, their laughter echoing around the tiny, disgruntled canine.

Damn these brats!

He had been merely on his way to Lilith the second he accidentally cut himself on the page of his book and triggered the transformation into his accursed puppy form. Had he known there were kids playing dim-witted street games on his usual route, he would have taken the longer path even if he’d wind up with rough paws and aching legs. It’d be much better than the demeaning handling these wretches brats have subjected him to.

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There's a certain admiration to be found in Lilith's unwavering loyalty to her faith, even if that devotion is aimed at a nonexistent deity. While the idea that her prayers could help protect them is overwhelmingly foolish, Valerius refrains from pointing it out. Blame those persistent nuns for filling her head with their nonsensical ideas. It's a tragic waste of her potential. He'd have no qualms enlightening her about the harsh realities outside the confines of her religion if her naivety can't be exploited for his future gain.

Instead, he offers a feigned smile, nodding in apparent approval of her seemingly impractical idea of praying for their well-being.

Eterna Village? That's unexplored territory for him. However, before he can delve further into the topic, Lilith's sudden gasp captures his attention, prompting a subtle jolt from the prince. His brows bump together in a displeased frown at her claim about having a roommate and forging bonds with strangers.

Has she been here long enough to make as many friends as she claims to have?

This cannot stand. He, an outsider with no familiarity in these lands, deems trust a currency too costly to squander. Yet Lilith, in her foolish simplicity, remains oblivious to the potential dangers. The fact that they're already influencing her in cancerous habits, particularly a cigarette, triggers a sense of disbelief in him. Seriously?

“Do you honestly think it’s wise of you to be making friends so fast in a world you know nothing about?” He disregards her question about his own residence, deeming it irrelevant to the conversation. “Exercise caution, Lady Lilith. Your ease in adapting to this realm exceeds what one might consider judicious.”

She felt guilty she couldn't be of more help. Long since had she discerned the lack of magic within her being ( unable to help a kind stranger, she was embarrassed, ashamed by her failure ) and had sought to make herself somehow useful.

Of course, there was no doubt in her mind that Valerius would find a way. She admired his tenacity, his ability to carry on despite the misgivings passed to him. She trusted his wisdom and his ability to succeed. Regardless, her own habits would not be quelled so quickly.

She was restless without duty to perform, a woman to attend to. She had so much freedom in this world that she hardly knew what she was doing with herself. Every day she came to search for gardeners to help them tend to the fields, and many kind locals had shown her how to quire food

( her reach beyond this central homeland had not quite made it out - one day she would find the courage to explore the fields and city buildings )

Still, Valerius was a welcome comfort to her. She smiled in full trust of his words. "Of course! This is most certainly true, and I pray as ever for our health and wellbeing." She bowed her solemnly before continuing his next inquiry.

"I've been gifted residency in the Eterna Village! I am of house 102. My neighbor is so lovely, OH!" she gasped. "And I received something called, a 'roommate' recently! He is very nice too. I've never made so many friends before! I even encountered someone who showed me what a cigarette was. It was... very interesting!" She laughed

"What of yourself? I assume you are a resident of the other neighborhood I have seen?"

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There is another world similar to this one? Perhaps he should count his blessings for being trapped in the realm supposedly causing fewer migraines than its counterpart. However, it’s not easy to find the glass half-full in such a situation. Especially when he was standing on the precipice of ridding himself of his curse and orchestrating the sacrificial ploy to thrust his sister into the jaws of ambition for the throne.

The alignment of events is far too precise for him to dismiss it as a mere coincidence. Whoever it is behind this nonsense, they’re undeniably against his deserved crown.

In the midst of his pondering, he only manages to catch the last few words his neighbor had just thrown in his direction.

“Hm?” He can’t even be bothered to hide the momentary lapse of his attention from the other male. “Oh, yes, right. I’m human.” Despite the rumors surrounding that back at home. “Does my flawless, charmingly transcendent appearance suggest otherwise?” 

Had Legato been privy to these thoughts he would have laughed out loud. To think, someone's first impression of him was a friendly, nosy neighbor. Livio would laugh.

As his ability to reach into other's minds is rather limited at the moment, he only inclines his head, looking briefly disgruntled.

"Just one, snatched from home and limited as I have been now. It was a great deal more busy and headache inducing then this one is thus far. How accommodating this place continues to be remains to be seen." He reaches to his coat's lapel and runs his thumb over the fabric, only to look down at it and frown.

"I would have liked to keep my things from there, at the least." His hand drops to join the other in crossing over his chest, head tilted at the other young man. "Might I inquire as to what kind of a world you come from? You feel human but I find its rather hard to tell when others are as restricted as myself."

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Lilith shouldn’t trouble her pretty little head with the riddle of their purpose here. It's not as though she possesses the acumen to unravel such intrigues. Valerius, harboring his own reservations, deems it more prudent for his friend to dwell in blissful ignorance and reserve the mantle of inquisitive exploration for himself. He’s not one to appreciate the vulnerability of sincere concern ruining the harmony of her usual composure. It’s a disruption, akin to an off-key note in a symphony he'd grown accustomed to. 

Admittedly, finding their way back home may have proven to be more challenging than he imagined. He had wandered aimlessly in the past few days in an attempt to seek the purpose shrouding their presence, only to be met with the stark realization that this peculiar realm may hold them captive longer than they should be. Valerius is still confident though that he'll find the answers in due course. 

All it takes is an unwavering commitment— one he’s not a stranger to— to untold depths where shadows conceal as much as they reveal. The unfolding of this mystery may even demand sacrifices not unlike those he had made before in the pursuit of forbidden knowledge.

“Worry not, my friend. For now, we should appreciate that we remain unscathed, both in one piece. Where have you been staying for the time being?”

She smiles. Of course, he was the same prince she had always known. Over time, she had witnessed the transformation of the shy young boy to the proud gentleman Valerius had become. Somewhere in her heart, he would always be one of the first friends she ever made.

Everyone spoke of him as a curse, she couldn't bear the thought.

Beneath the shadowed, night sky hair was what she saw as tired and worn eyes. He always carried such an air of authority and grace. His rosy smile brought her comfort with every infrequent visit she made to the Osasis Domain.

"You are too kind Valerius!" She laughs, taking steps forward in swift silent motions. Hands clasped in hope at her chest.

"I'm relieved as well! Though I must admit..." her face softened, pondering, curious, concerned. Her hands seemed to stiffen as she considered her next thoughts.

"I have been attempting to discern how I have come of this place. Perhaps it was a result of Concordia's magic. But with you here as well, I am less certain." Her gaze returned to his. "I fear what this all means... or how we might return home."

She could not leave her home stranded without its vessel.

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What am I looking at?

A duck, clad in vibrant blue attire, stands before him, its beak moving in a rhythmic cadence as if uttering intelligible words. Even its voice carries a distinct and somewhat comical tone. Unaccustomed to such whimsical occurrences, it's hard for Valerius not to regard the feathered creature with an arched brow and a perplexed gaze.

He likes to think of himself as adept at navigating the intricacies of courtly etiquette, and yet, he finds himself a tad bit speechless by the unexpected turn of events. He can't shake the bewilderment that clings to him; one that blurs the boundaries between reality and the fantastical.

"I... I suppose." He finally finds his voice, lifting one hand to card his fingers through his hair as if doing so will help clear his mind of whatever delusion or illusion this new realm is subjecting him to. "Pardon me but who are you?"

@valeriius // nighttime stroll

The quiet evening had Donald meandering the streets of this little district. It was so strange to him. So many homes and yet only a few lights. A part of him was still overwhelmed with the notion of being so far away from home... his family.

He searched for a place to find some peace and quiet, in his search he seemed to find someone else wandering around himself. A tall figure with black hair and a strange look, but hey, Donald wasn't about to be unfriendly for no reason.

[Heya stranga'.] He waved politely. [You new 'round here too?] He comments softly turning to give him his attention.

There was probably a reason they were both wandering around at this time, right? Didn't hurt to ask, 'specially since they seemed to live in the same area.

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From here. @epilvgue

Valerius has been sitting by his lonesome in the night long enough to watch this stranger drop his key and foolishly kick it into the bush nearby. Over the span of ten minutes, the individual has been struggling to reclaim his misplaced possession— a struggle that apparently proves futile. Valerius had initially sought to immerse himself in the book he recently purchased, but the incessant grunts and the rather pitiable spectacle unfolding in his peripheral vision make it a challenge to concentrate on the literary reprieve.

And for some odd reason, the man before him still finds the energy to laugh at the circumstances he has put himself in. What's there to smile about?

"I wasn't offering; I'm merely voicing my observation." The prince points out, his words dripping with heavy monotony. "Just how much longer do you think you'll be a nuisance here?"

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As the afternoon sun casts a warm glow upon the meticulously tended gardens and the sweet scent of flowers wafts through the air, Valerius feels an undeniable discomfort lying beneath the unyielding gaze of daylight. He has never been one to be out and about in the day, but it’s a necessary sacrifice he must make if he were to find a way out of this wretched world. Exploring the new realm has been fascinating, but still overall inconvenient. He would still much rather be in the shadows of his lab, in the cool embrace of nightfall.

He wanders on though, tracing the delicate blooms with idle fingertips. The vibrant hues of blossoms hold no appeal to him; they are mere decorations in a world he found himself reluctantly trapped in. That is, until a vision of elegance and grace appearing like a delicate flower herself— an exquisite bloom that effortlessly blends with the kaleidoscopic garden around her— blesses his attention.

Lilith greets him with a curtsy, her movements as fluid as the petals swaying in the gentle breeze. Valerius, though not one to openly express admiration, can’t help but take in the undeniable charm that glows from his childhood friend. Her eyes, the color of rosy dawn, holds a warmth that momentarily softens his brooding mood.

"Lady Lilith," he acknowledges with a nod, his voice carrying a tone that echoes both indifference and a reluctant appreciation. "you still look as enchanting as the blooms that surround you. It’s quite a bit of a relief to find you here, I must admit." What does fate have in store for the two of them exactly? To find someone from his own realm, someone who’s a necessity to his means, is too much of a coincidence for him to simply overlook. 

@valeriius ⋆˙⟡ Old Friends

Her curious stroll across the gardens gave her pause. She knew not what her purpose here was ( her visions had never done this before ... ) she saw none of her Mother ... none of her Sisters ... none was familiar to her.

And yet she felt something amiss. Empty... almost.

Her attention stayed upon the roses unfamiliar to her, little whisps of butterflies, unfamiliar, dancing on the wind as they fluttered about and vanished suddenly without further trace.

Distracted as she might be, footsteps could be heard nearby. Gaze cast upwards, there stood a figure she knew well.

"Oh! Prince Valerius!" She stood quickly from her position, wishing to grant him proper courtesy in curtsey.

"Pardon my surprise... but I am pleased to see a friendly face." She smiled warmly. It was a comfort to her that she was not so empty after all.

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For what reason does this fool talk to him? Already burdened with the unexpected generosity of random elderly merchants who deemed him worthy of complimentary food and items because he's a ‘handsome young man,’ Valerius has been carrying a heavy woven straw bag that accompanied a whole lot of those unexpected gifts in one hand, and a paper bag held up by the other.

And now this bizarre trend of unwarranted approaches has taken an additional turn for the worse when he comes to realize that his new neighbor has a certain type of friendliness that exceeds his comfort. 

He would have been better off not learning this man’s name or knowing that he exists at all. Who knows if Bluesummers is the nosy kind? The sort to intrude into the affairs of others. A general nuisance. Valerius is already preoccupied with the daunting task of finding a route back to his own realm and he cannot afford the presence of a prying individual assuming a neighborly relationship between them.

If this is hell, then perhaps delving into the arcane mysteries of sorcery was a choice he should have best left unexplored.

But then, a certain part of his neighbor’s introduction piques the prince’s interest.

“Than the ones you’ve known?” He quotes. “You’ve been to other realms before?”

It's when Legato has located the housing district that he spots his neighbor, a young man in all black and red, pale and dark and exuding a certain air of assured boredom. The attitude is familiar, it reminds him of Knives and of a certain angel he made friends with once upon a time. The nostalgia tugs at him and, instead of immediately retreating into his new home to investigate, he turns his steps toward the neighbor instead.

It might also have something to do with the amusement he feels in noting how they appear nearly yin and yang, the young man all dark hair, dark clothes, and pale skin while Legato's returned coat is pristine white, hair blue as the sky, and skin darkened from sun. The aesthetics alone amuse him enough to go a little out of his way in being polite.

"Greetings, neighbor. Another lost soul snatched up in these Guardians' nets I take it. Legato Bluesummers. I do hope this world will be more accommodating then the ones I've known." He dips his head politely, opting not to hold out his hand. He doesn't particularly feel like contact and this young man doesn't seem like the type to stoop to handshakes. The man is only a very little bit taller then himself, which is nice at least. Livio was the only one he was particularly comfortable with towering over him.

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[valeriius]

And at the slightest whim I'll tear you 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 In other words I'll put you on the spot

☾⁺. ー Valerius Renaud; your local edgy prince often found in demeaning circumstances. ☾⁺. ー May or may not be the antagonist of his own story. ☾⁺. ー Adores his older sister but also hates her for being next in line to the throne. ☾⁺. ー Sadistic, crafty, ambitious, and has too much pride to let anyone know about his curse. ☾⁺. ー Said curse is that he turns into a white, helpless puppy every time he draws blood either of his own or someone else's. ☾⁺. ー Has too much pride as a man, but will act snuggly and cute as a puppy if it means getting himself out of trouble. ☾⁺. ー Don't be fooled though. He's still a grouchy pup if he doesn't feel the need to act vulnerable. ☾⁺. ー Has done grotesque human experiments in the past. Would do it again if it means advancing his sorcery. ☾⁺. ー Was married once but the whereabouts of his supposed 'late' wife remains unknown.

[valeriius]

"..."

It's hard not to release a weary sigh at the sudden turn of events. Surely, this is another malevolent scheme crafted by his sister, an inventive retaliation for their father's demise. It's admittedly novel, he can give her that, but the question remains: what is he meant to do now when armed only with a key, a phone, and a toy designed explicitly to provoke and offend him?

This is shaping up to be a nuisance.

Apping my original character, Valerius Renaud! My app can be found under /app. Thank you!

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, VALERIUS, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello…. Echo. Well don’t look so confused, everything is exactly as it was made to be in preparation for your arrival. I would know. Yada yada yada, we hope you enjoy your stay… don’t break anything.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 207, Seaside Province.

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A plush toy of a white puppy. The guardian seems smug, commenting that he looks forward to this... whatever that means,

— 🏵️ Creo

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since everyones doing it, imma join!

hello hello im tala (she/her) and i just turned 27 last sat! i work full-time as a ghost writer and graphic designer. i love playing video games (especially horror), having movie nights (again, horror) with friends and fam, writing fics, and reading webcomics!!

been rping since i was 8 lol started rping on forums, then facebook, then tumblr, then discord, then back to tumblr (but still rping on discord). red-stringed was the first mfrp group i joined so if you've met me during that, i'm so sorry for being cringe adfkljghg then i joined kny and now HERE!

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The crime and the perpetrator.

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