yukeishwisdom

[yukeishwisdom]

uh

Holy hell It’s been a while. What is this. Where am I even. 

How do I tumblr again?

oh god everything I learned is forgotten

[yukeishwisdom]

The mage remained motionless and flattened against the wall, barely daring to breathe as the little one went on her merry way. The hulking monstrosity that had followed the girl remained still. For a short moment that seemed to last hours it's expressionless glowing eyed visor stared down the Yuke's own. And then, apparently sensing no threat, it left to trail behind the small child.

No, not a child. Maybe it looked like one, or perhaps it was one once. Yet even she could tell that something about it was horrifically wrong. Unnatural.

Was it a creature? Undead? No... no undead she'd seen had ever spoken or ever moved like that. Somehow that thing was alive and healthy in this godforsaken nightmare-- and that just made it even worse.

It was a long time spent alone in the dark before she was mobile again, moving as quietly as possible in the opposite direction than the things that passed. At least she could take solace in the fact that none of this was real - the impossible things she'd seen in this place made it all too clear she must be having some terrible dream.

She could only pray to wake up soon.

     “They hear, they see…Do you hear and see? I can hear and see,” The child let out a bout of playful laughter as she ran.

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Well this is aggravating. "Uff.."

She murmured, looking down at their newly bought supplies and drumming her fingers on the counter thoughtfully. Could they use something else? She had half a mind to travel all the way back to the store and just buy another jar, but it was a good few miles away. Not to mention that getting Aerith to agree to this in the first place had taken a while, and the Yuke feared stopping cold mid-cooking might kill the flower girl's momentum and discourage her. That was the last thing Tulreth wanted.

No, no, there has to be a way to make this work.

"Well..." She started, palming thoughtfully over the other supplies and glancing to her partner. "Ah, this place has flour, and milk...and I'm sure there's other basic ingredients around somewhere. Maybe some tomato paste? It always seems like most households have an unused can of that hiding in the depths of one cupboard or another. Maybe some garlic salt? And with everything else we picked up-"

The woman's chest seemed to tighten at a realization. Originally the recipe would have been easy enough to follow, it was for an easy spaghetti she'd made a hundred times previously. Despite knowing the mechanics of how not to screw up majorly, she wasn't exactly a chef and had relied on knowledge ingrained by her own mother's teachings thus far. But without any pre-made sauce they'd have to create their own. A process she was only mildly familiar with. Was it worth trying her limited experience and risking upsetting the Cetra by failing?

...Oh screw it. Never know if you don't try. Have to get Aerith to see things that way though..

Tulreth turned to the woman with a hand raised to her chin.

"Aerith. I think we can make some kind of replacement sauce, but...look. We've both been on adventures, right? Helped people? Risked our well being for the sake of others? I'm willing to bet that at least some of that time, both of us were more or less winging it. Making it up as we went."

Both hands raised to rest on Aerith's shoulders. With an oddly serious look the mage seemed to stare dead on into her friends eyes.

"And you know what? Sometimes it's just what you have to do. Sometimes you have no choice but to get out there, and take a risk. I will not lie to you. I only kind of know what I'm doing, but I have a rough idea of how to make this work. I think...we can do this." 

Come on, put some more soul into it.

"In fact," Her hands dropped to rest on her hips defiantly, tone shifting from serious to confident. Almost too confident.

"I know we can get something done here today. Something big! Admittedly, It might be great, or it might be awful. Who knows? But you never get better at anything if you don't step outside of your comfort zone and give it your best shot! Everyone makes mistakes at some point, and mistakes exist to be learned from. So they're not even that bad as long as you can accept them."

She seemed to really be getting into wherever this monologue was going, balling up a fist and holding it close to her chest.

"Life is full of chances milady, and I'm not going to give up and be defeated by food when I've faced down a Gigas lord and a Malboro with nothing more than a hammer and some magicite. And from what I hear you had to deal with some monstrosities yourself. So I say we do our best! What do you say?"

With that she extended a hand to the Cetra, like they were to seal some bizzare deal. A hint of the seriousness returned underneath to burning ambition on display.

"I will not give up if you do not.

If we can do this, then great. If not, tis' a learning experience. 

Now, do we want red sauce or white?"

"You know, you don’t need to mother me over everything," Aerith replied with a bit of a laugh.

    It was humorous the way the other working so hard to split their attention between the flower girl and cooking. Her reputation for her poor cooking skills must have really proceeded her. She had to wonder if Tulreth and thoroughly investigated before taking on the challenge.

    An embarrassed blush bloomed over her face. She could just see it now. The Yuke questioning all her friends, especially Cloud. He’d been subject to many of her cooking attempts. One day in particular had made her feel horrible. After eating he had refused to come out of his room for an entire day.

    That was probably one of the biggest reasons she wanted to learn so badly. There was also the fact that a special day was coming up in just a month. The flower girl really wanted to surprise him with something special.

"Pasta sauce? Oh no! Did we get any? Where did we put it?!" Aerith tossed the cloth on the counter as she started sorting through everything they’d bought. They’d been so thorough at the store. Even had a list to check off items as they went.    Yet as luck would have it the pasta sauce was missing. The Cetra tried to stay positive. There had to be something they could use. If anyone could figure out what her friend probably could.

    “I can’t find anything. It’s even checked off on our list. I wonder if we somehow forgot it at the store? Can’t we use something else? We bought quite a bit, so there has to be something.”

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"I mean that the heat was set too high. It was maxed out."

The woman chided bemusedly, flicking a hand at the corrected temperature dial above the hot plates. 

"Like it was supposed to be when you first heated up the water? Though I can swear we discussed lowering it once the pasta was added...The only reason to ever have the stovetop at it's hottest is when you need to boil plain water quickly. Anything else will react badly, as you've seen."

She tried to keep the explanations simple as they went to work around the place, recalling the horrific rumors about the flower girl's cooking prowess. It was like keeping an eye on a child - making sure they didn't just add ingredients or spices they thought seemed good at the time, double checking that they were doing things in the right order, didn't manage to hurt themselves---

"Oh, do be careful! Both the burner and the liquid are still very hot, try not to let it touch your skin. And any water too close to the heat will evaporate away so don't try to get at it. Managed to set my hand aflame once that way."

She warned as Aerith was wiping down the burner. Perhaps a bit overbearing yes, but she didn't feel like taking much in the way of chances. 

It seemed odd and a little sad that such a kind woman would have a history of nearly poisoning people, yet the Yuke would have a surprisingly high tolerance for whatever might go wrong. Growing up with alchemists for parents had acclimated her to many scientific experiments and their occasionally violent reactions upon failure. Flames, acidic mixtures, explosions- egads there was a minor explosion every other week back home, usually from her father's work in the basement lab. The things people could get accustomed to were astounding. Surely trying to make food couldn't be as bad in comparison?  

She retrieved a wooden spoon and stirred the noodles to check that none had burned to the metal pot, finding that there were only a few sticking points that needed to be scraped at. Good. Her next job was to stroll to a nearby counter where there sat half unpacked paper grocery bags with several different foods from their recent shopping trip, and began rummaging through them.

"The noodles still need time to cook through. Still too stiff. We can put them back on medium heat after about a half minute and add a few shakes of salt, that should help it boil more calmly. 

Starting over? It wouldn't be too big of a problem, even if we did. We should have plenty of supplies, fortunately noodles can be rather forgiving if you keep a close watch on them...

Where did that jar of pasta sauce go?"

They had picked some up. Right? Yes they must have, she could remember putting it in the shopping cart. But then where was it?

    Perhaps Tulreth was right. She smiled and gave a nod. Aerith had heard the saying ’A watched pot never boils’. The Yukes words helped to alleviate the panic and disappointment she’d been feeling. The flower girl had been practicing for a while now. Maybe, after all this time, she had improved some. A slight improvement barely noticeable, but improvement nonetheless.

    “You’re right. This doesn’t have to be a disaster. Maybe that’s one of my problems. I think too much if something starts to go wrong.”

    She caught the rag and followed the given instructions. The water from the sink ran over the cloth. Enough that it was damp but not soaking wet. With that done she returned to the stove to start cleaning.     "You mean the pot is too hot? Or the noodles? I’m confused there. But if you say they can be salvaged that’s a big relief. I was getting worried that we’d have to start all over again."

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"Tch, nonsense!" 

A hand clapped heartily on the Cetra's back.

Despite the other's downtrodden attitude, Tulreth seemed oddly cheery in the face of their imminent screw up.

"It's just a little boil-over, happens all the time. That's the worst thing about pots, they won't boil if you watch, but if you don't watch they have a chance to get out of control."

As the mage spoke she reached out to turn the heat dial down to medium, then moved abruptly to another section of the kitchen and began opening drawers in a search. After fiddling with several she soon turned around with a large rag in hand- "Catch." -and tossed it towards Aerith!

"Now cooking is a messy business. It's to be expected really, but as long as you clean up as you go along it should be manageable. Go ahead and wet that a bit in the sink, but not too much. Then we can work on getting all that spillover off the stove. The noodles should be salvageable - they weren't cooking too long, just too hot."

    There were tears in her eyes as she stared at the mess. She really thought she’d been doing well this time. Yet there was the proof, boiled over onto the stove. It would seem that try as she might, cooking was never going to be something the flower girl was going to easily accomplish.

    The others concerned words caused her to look up at the Yuke. She gave a disheartened sigh and wiped the few tears from her cheeks. This was getting so frustrating.

    “I’m alright. I really don’t know if I’m cut out for this. Every time I try nothing comes out right. I just wanted to be able to make something special for everyone. Something that wouldn’t make the others sick for once.”

    It was hard to admit that most everything came out burnt, inedible, or caused a terrible bout of food poisoning. Tea and sandwiches were easy. Everything else was just hard.

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wingedcomposer

"Yoshiya Kiryu, at your service. But you may call me Joshua if you wish. And you?" He greeted the other with a smirk and a lazy wave. This woman was intriguing, and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to strike up a conversation.

"Ah, my name is Tulreth. A pleasure to meet you, Yoshiya."

She looked over the boy and gave a slight bow out of respect, glad to meet a stranger with such manners in...wherever this was. After blindly wandering for minutes in the surprisingly dark area, stumbling upon someone so polite was a nice surprise. 

Around them the large indoor area seemed mostly uninhabited, with tall criss-crossing metal supports and window specked walls painted with a strange stylized script. Somewhere out of sight was the loud extended noise of what sounded like a several dozen minecarts barreling past at an intense speed, and the scent of rain, steel, and civilization wafted in the cool atmosphere. How odd.

"I don't mean to get in your way-" She stated, looking around with all the awkward curiosity of a tourist "-but might I ask what this place is? It was not exactly my intended destination." 

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solesparadisus

    As the water boiled over she could hear the hissing from it hitting the hot burner beneath the pot.

"What?! Oh my gosh!"

    She’d only looked away for a moment, at least she thought it had only been a moment. How had it happened so fast? The flower girl been fairly confident this time around. Now panic had taken over.

Bubbles burst and sent minute flecks of water scattering as the Yuke rushed into the kitchen and sidestepped around Aerith. Though she was sure they had discussed lowering the heat on the burner after the noodles had been added, a quick look beyond the now angrily foaming pot and it's pillar of steam showed the temperature dial to be still cranked to the highest setting. 

"Oh he- Aerith hon, could you move please?"

She made a slightly flustered attempt to wave the flower girl a few steps back from the stovetop before scooting the growling pot off it's heat source to an unheated corner - the liquid frothing within it sputtering and dribbling over the rim before it started calming quickly as the bubbles ceased. Tulreth exhaled a short sigh as stray rivulets continued to hiss and pop on the lit burner, and turned towards Aerith with a nervous laugh. 

"Ha, ah...Well then. I suppose we should be paying more attention, yes? Are you alright?" 

[yukeishwisdom]

Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. Tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better. Repost this.

I was tagged by: solesparadisus

BASICS:

Name: Jessa - Nickname: Hexen Age: 24 Preferred pronouns: She/Her/The Almighty One Sexuality: Asexual  Zodiac sign: Scorpio Taken or single: Hella Taken Three facts: 

I fucking love drawing but rarely have the drive to do so.

I am a grown woman who has not learned to drive.

I can make a mean green bean casserole for thanksgiving.

ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE:

How long (months/years?): I dunno, did some preteen bullshit that is just embarrassing looking back on it. Only really started roleplaying at my current level when I joined tumblr a while back.

How’d you start: Sonic fan characters and pokemon trainer roleplaying. Aw yiss. Platforms you’ve used: Various Forums, Gaia Online, Tumblr Worst experience: The turning point of realizing what I was writing as a child was cringe-worthy and exiling myself from several forums out of shame. Best experience: Just making up more goddamn characters to live in my head.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Female or male: I've really only played females and genderless characters but I'd be up for trying to play male characters sometime. Favorite face: YOURS. Least favorite face:

  Smug little prick. Multi or single: What, like paragraphs? I can write a lot of goddamn paragraphs let me tell you.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Fluff, angst or smut: Not into smut, personally. Fluff and angst are ok I guess. Plots or memes: Yes and yes. Long or short replies: I'm cool with either, though as a writer I find it hard to be concise so short replies are in short stock. Are you like your muse(s): Probably to some point. I'm a novice writer so sticking with something akin to my personality type seems like a natural thing to do even if it's not really helping me grow as a writer. Though Tully tends to be a bit more wordy than me.                    

Tagging: amidatelion senpai, the other jessa, Mothafuckin Lightning  and any of the other nerds out there.

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Munday???

HELLO INTERNET.

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Without missing a beat (and with a slight of hand so practiced and quick it could have impressed a magician) Tulreth managed to unclip the metal cones of her chest harness and accept the hug without stabbing Aerith. She patted her back as one would comfort a child awakening from a nightmare, relieved to see some of the girls' signature composure returning. 

"Now now, tis' quite alright. After all is said and done it is not so unusual to lose control of your emotions in times of stress. And it is not wrong or weak to cry - such catharsis can help you feel better, no?"

As they parted she listened and nodded appreciatively. Tea sounded like a splendid idea, yet she couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at the previously guarded exit. Despite it's emotional weight the whole debacle had lasted perhaps a minute and a half. Might he still be nearby?

"Ah, but Miss Aerith...you were so angry as he was leaving. Parting on harsh terms can be unpleasant, no matter the reason. Are you quite sure you want to leave things as they are?"

The woman's tone was polite as ever, tinged with a hint of slyness as she asked and casually motioned toward the closed door.

    Her tears had begun to slow through Tulreth’s words. She knew her friend had only ever had the best interests in mind by blocking her path. Yet the reality of what had been happening had pulled the flower girl down so quickly. The flood of emotions had been far too much to bear and her happy calm demeanor had slipped away.

    The other’s words soothed her. Slowly her sobbing faded to simple tears which also soon passed. Aerith eventually raised her head and gazed at the Yuke. The tender gesture the other displayed by wiping away her tears only reinforced how kindly her friend was.     “I’m so sorry Tulreth. I was being a fool. Perhaps I should have voiced my feelings much earlier than this. It’s hard seeing someone you love struggling. So frustrating and draining because in the end my words can only do so much. It’s their actions that determine change.”     Her eyes were sore and slightly red from crying. The Cetra leaned forward and draped her arms around the caravaner into a gentle hug. She was so thankful for her friend at this moment. What she may have done with out their intervention may have damaged her relationship with him. Now she had a chance to calm and better take grasp of the situation.

    “Thank you. I don’t have the words to describe how happy I am that you’re here. That you care so much. You’re so right about all of this. I never took time to consider their feelings apart from my own. I was so clouded by my own emotions that I just couldn't see. Now that I have, I can stop and take better stock of the situation. I’m certain now that they will come around in their own time.”     With a new peace that gently settled in around the flower girl she pulled back from the embrace. A soft smile and warm light had return to her eyes.     “How about I make us some tea? We can sit down and put what happened behind us and talk about happier things.”

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How quickly it all crumbled away.

She could do little but stare at first, stunned as Aerith's facade of anger so easily gave way to despair. However as the Yuke listened to her friend's words the situation began to make sense and with new understanding came a creeping sense of guilt. She hadn't intended to bring the woman to tears, of course. Yet in the attempt to mitigate what she believed to be misplaced anger the real cause had been shown - and it looked to hurt the flower girl deeply.

She stepped away from her guarding position with little thought, gingerly approaching as the woman sobbed. 

"H-hey now. Tis' alright."

A concerned hand moved to rest on the Cetra's shoulder once she drew close enough, the commanding chill from her earlier comments long since abandoned. She paused to try and consider the best thing to say, but words did not come easily as she stood beside the maiden vainly trying to cover the tears that streaked her face. Though Tulreth cared very much for the girl, she knew little of her other relations. What right did she have to offer advice or judge?

"Oh...honey. Some people just cannot be helped, even if only because they cannot properly ask for or accept it. And no matter how much you care for someone you cannot control their actions for them. The best one might wish for is that your concerns get taken into account..."

She sighed softly. Spoken in that manner it sounded too...clinical, even to her. Damning vocabulary habits aside, she tried again.

"I mean, even if it seems like someone you care for doesn't listen to your...advice, it doesn't mean that they're ignoring you, or your advice, or the underlying fact that you care a hell of a lot for them and must worry for their sake. Sometimes people just brush worries off like it's nothing serious because...well, that's their way of dealing with the situation, I suppose. Making light of things can make them seem less frightening-"

For a short disconcerting moment her mind blanked - swimming in memories of preparing to leave for her yearly journeys and the nearly ritual practice of telling all her loved ones that there was nothing for them to worry about. That she had the situation under control, easily. That she would be able to take care of herself. That she would return safely...

"-And when you're the one who's being worried for, sometimes you just don't want people to brood about it. You don't want them to feel bad about what you've chosen to do, because you care about how they feel - so you play it off as no big deal. Trying to soothe their fears, even...even if they're well deserved."

She stopped for a time to wonder if her words made any sense. It could be so difficult to convey ones own thoughts! Still she tried to move onward, carefully reaching her spare hand to take one of Aerith's own away from her reddening eyes. While doing so her soft striped fur brushed the woman's cheek and smudged the tear trails there. The Yuke stooped and angled her head, trying to establish eye contact again.

"Miss Aerith. You are so...wonderful. So kind to and caring for so very many people, and they surely realize that even if they do not outwardly show it. Please do not dare to think your concerns are not valid, or recognized. I think..people probably listen to you more than you know.

And even so, perhaps you are spreading yourself too thin? Not everyone needs to be looked after really. At the very least, not constantly. Though you may be one of the most loving souls I've met, I'm sure even those who you care for would feel badly about their actions building up to...this."

    She took a step a back and looked away. She was shaking with unspent emotions. Aerith had never been quite this upset before. Of course there had been times in the past where she’d been angry. However, this was much different from normal. For too long she’d let these conflicting emotions stir within her.

    The flower girl looked back upon her companion. Their words rang clear, breaking through the haze of her anger. The Yuke was right. Aerith really hadn’t been thinking clearly.      “I just…,” Her body began to tremble and tears started to brim in her emerald eyes. With her anger starting to subside a feeling of sadness began to over take her.     “I feel as though my words are lost on him! That they just fall on deaf ears. What can I do? I just don’t know. I try so hard for everyone, most of all him. I care about him so much! But I can’t…I can’t….,” The flower girl knew she was just babbling by this point.

    She hid her face in her hands as she wept, her voice muffled as she spoke, "Oh Tulreth…I’m so sorry…"

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solesparadisus

 “Move away from the door and let me at him.”

    She was angry and frustrated, tired of him speaking and acting out the same way over and over. It felt like it honestly didn’t matter how many times she tried to convince him otherwise. She was finally going to give him the full brunt of the thoughts that constantly floated through her mind. Yet there the Yuke stood in her way.

    “It’s not alright that he does this! Why do you stand in the way?!”

    Yes, why? Aerith held her friend in the highest of regards. She just couldn’t fathom the reason she would block her path like this.

"No."

The response that seethed from the woman's lips was cold and monotone as she stood resolute, posture spread out to cover the exit from as many angles as possible. Despite the situation her body seemed to never tense even as her eyes focused on the Cetra's own, watching for any sudden moves the other might pull. 

"Because allowing you to walk out there as you are now will fix nothing. I know it must be infuriating, yes - but you need to compose yourself. Stop. Think."

Despite never having seen Aerith truly lose her temper, the Yuke had heard and silently observed the slow buildup of anger in her friend only moments before. It was a natural instinct to take action against someone wronging you, certainly. But to watch the ever kindly flower girl's disposition wither and slip away seemed like such a waste on this petty matter.

Aerith was better than this, she just wasn't thinking clearly.

"To start a confrontation in your current state would be idiocy, on some level you must realize that. Why do you let him get to you like this?"

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The woman's wings pulled inward and she looked down bashfully when the cetra took her hand yet said nothing. Perhaps it was to halt the dismissals of Aerith's compliments she had automatically wanted to respond with, or more likely that the yuke could simply not conjure up what felt like appropriate words.

In their stead she gently squeezed the flower girl's hand that held her own, head bowed appreciatively at the gesture.

'You honor me with such words, Miss Aerith.' 

2.     "I called you an angel," Aerith took Tulreth’s hand in her own. The yuke was always kind to her. She had a great fondness for the other, "You are very thoughtful of others and so kind. So when I say you’re an angel I mean it. Don’t try to argue with me about it either."

[yukeishwisdom]

The yuke clasped her striped hands in front as Lumina spat out the spicy dust cloud, making sure to sidestep out of the way. It felt strange to her that the girl seemed to dislike the powder but then immediately asked her if there was any more.

"I keep it around because it's tastes wonderful - if you sprinkle it on meat or fish instead of eating it raw. And well, not exactly. I'm always roaming around the country and usually have to keep cooking supplies and such nearby, but that's the only one in my pack right now."

She admitted while screwing the cap back on the bottle before tossing it back into her bag. 

"It's just a condiment though. I'm sure you could find several different kinds of those at any grocer."

And then it was her first turn. Tulreth considered the two options carefully, before nodding.

"After that display it'd be unfair if I took an easy option. I choose dare."

Time was finally up, she decided to sallow the powder but it cause her throat to have a dry feeling. She end up coughing it out.

"Ew why do you carry this around it’s disgusting, do you have any other disgusting powder with you?" She was curious about it she wanted to try out more.

"Well what ever so truth or dare."

[yukeishwisdom]

Felt like drawing Lumina.

For caprioustrickster! :] 

[yukeishwisdom]

"What did you just call me?"

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"...Honey?" She paused and turned to face Aerith quizically. Was the term inappropriate? In the time they'd known each other Tulreth had come to enjoy the flower girls friendly company, occasionally regarding the woman as something like a distant yet caring cousin or aunt. It didn't feel unusual to speak so casually with those she felt confidently close with.

"I mean, if it's ok for me to refer to you as such, miss Aerith..."

[yukeishwisdom]

"What did you call me?"

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"I-I uh…"

A hand rose to scratch awkwardly at the back of the girls helmet as she sharply turned away, voice squeaking in surprise. 'My main squeeze?' Just where in the world had that come from? The Yuke couldn’t even conceive having romantic feelings for the manipulative blond, let alone the age difference between them! Perhaps she was suffering the effects of some previously unknown mental illness. 

"Well I…I’m not sure what I meant to say, but it obviously came out terribly, terribly wrong. Pray forget about it.”

With an awkward laugh she waved the thought away, suddenly trying to think of any reason to abort the conversation.

"You know I think I left..something that I. I should go."