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FULL NAME: Gaila Covenbane MEANING: Gaila means “joyful” while Covenbane is self-explanatory! NICKNAME: None, but she wouldn’t mind one! MEANING: N/A AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY:  August 24th ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Virgo GENDER: Female ALLERGIES: None! SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Asexual/Aromantic(?) Definitely asexual, but the romantic part is a little... complicated. Aesthetically speaking, she’s attracted to all genders, but can’t envision herself with a lover--or rather, she’s never tried to. I actually have no idea if she’s romantically inclined or not. She would have to be put in a situation where romance could occur for me to figure that out, but for the time being, I’ll just say she’s not very interested in that sort of thing. THEME SONG(S): Persona 5 - Butterfly Kiss

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Dark brown HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Short and messy bob-cut. She rarely has the time or desire to fix up her hair, so it’s very unkempt. EYES COLOR: Purple HEIGHT: 5′4 WEIGHT: 130lb OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Loose, comfortable clothes that are too big for her body and typically in shades of reds and greens. Things she can just grab and throw on without a second thought. Unless it’s a special occasion (for example, when she gets a request), in which case she can be seen in something more like this. DISTINGUISHING MARKS (SCARS, MOLES): She has many little scars scattered all across her body from when she was a child and was just learning to control her magic, as her body was incapable of healing itself when plants would sprout. SELF CARE (MAKE UP): Doesn’t wear any makeup unless it’s a special occasion. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Very energetic and enthusiastic. Will treat you like you’ve been friends for years right off the bat. Tends to quickly make people uncomfortable with her humor and blunt way of speaking. SKIN COLOR: Pale from being cooped up in her room so often. Sunburns easily. BODY TYPE/BUILD: Slightly chubby, especially in her stomach and thighs.  DEFAULT EXPRESSION: She’s rarely ever seen not smiling. POSTURE: Upright due to excitement when she’s received a request and is travelling. More relaxed and slouched when in the comfort of her room or walking around Tilaren. PIERCINGS: N/A DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Loud and cheerful. Hardly ever hushed or calm, even when she’s feeling calm.

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Dahlia Covenbane HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: She never met her mother. DAD: Martel Boneblossom HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: She and her father got along extremely well since her father was just as positive as she is. SIBLINGS: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A PAST LOVER(S): N/A CURRENT LOVER: N/A REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: She treats everyone exactly the same no matter how long she’s known them, so there’s no exception with meeting someone new. She treats them like a friend immediately. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She works very well with others if they can endure her morbid sense of humor and disregard for her own safety. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Doesn’t have any PARENTAL TYPE (PROTECTIVE, ETC): If she ever had kids, they could expect to be constantly supported and surrounded by positivity 24/7. She would never get mad at them for bad behavior and definitely wouldn’t punish them, but they could expect a little lecture on why what they did was wrong and maybe a disappointed expression if it was bad enough. Nothing serious, but just enough to let them know that they shouldn’t do it again. She’s protective, but not to an extreme degree. She’s only really protective if they’re in imminent danger or being bullied.

PERSONALITY …WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Kind, joyful, energetic, enthusiastic. …AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER (AND THEY LIKE YOU): The same as above, but if you’re as positive and optimistic as she is, she tends to amp it all up out of a sense of kinship. …AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): It’s incredibly difficult to get Gaila to dislike you, but if you manage to do something so awful, so atrocious that she decides she doesn’t like you, she wouldn’t act that different around you. Save for the thinly veiled threats you would receive if you came around her. Best to just avoid her all together if she dislikes you really. FAVORITE COLOR: Green and maroon FAVORITE FOOD: Tea sandwiches and coffee FAVORITE ANIMAL: Dolphins, scorpions, and lizards FAVORITE ELEMENT: Water LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Doesn’t have any LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Anything sour or spicy LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Possums. It’s not exactly accurate to say she dislikes them, so much as she just wants to avoid them. A possum hissed at her once and while it didn’t scare her, she thought the noise was hideous and she doesn’t want to hear it again HOBBIES: Experimenting, taking care of plants, collecting stamps and postcards from other places USUAL MOOD: Happy and content DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: None of the above DARK VERSION OF SELF: The only thing that could make her any darker is if she actually killed people LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: The only thing that could make her any lighter is if she sat on rooftops and sprinkled flowers atop unsuspecting passers HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: Not at all. CLASS IN AN RPG: Mage of course! BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Absolutely (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: It’s hard to shake her, but her parents are a sore subject OPINION ON SWEARING: She doesn’t care if other people swear, although she doesn’t swear herself. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Daredevil to the point of outright recklessness. She fears very little. MUSIC TYPE: She likes jazz the most, especially if it’s upbeat and on the louder side. MOVIE TYPE: Comedies, thrillers, and mystery movies are her favorites.  BOOK TYPE: Informative books, especially if they involve history or plants. COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Anywhere from 50F to 70F. You would think she would have a preference for heat since she grows plants, but she can grow plants without heat, so she would prefer to stay cool. SLEEPING PATTERN: She rarely ever sleeps. The most sleep she gets on average is between 2-4 hours. Takes brief power naps throughout the day if she had a particularly bad nights sleep, but other than that, she tends to get by on coffee and her own natural energy. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: This one is tricky, because her room is clean and neat to her in the sense that she knows where everything is and everything is organized exactly as she likes it, but to an outsider, it looks like a tornado just hit her room. DESIRED PET: She wants a lizard. Preferably a chameleon or iguana. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: She typically spends all her time experimenting in her room BIGGEST SECRET: Her father’s corpse is literally in a fridge in her bedroom  HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Her parents WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: A hamster FEARS: Please click this I am actually in tears I can’t believe I actually wasted my time on this I even made the account just for this and everything please COMFORTS: She rarely ever needs comfort, but finds that when she’s had a particularly long day, growing flowers from various parts of her body and watching them as she does is very therapeutic. Alternatively, she finds aromatherapy relaxing.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: With confidence. Depending on the situation, she can either act exactly the same in the face of danger, or frighteningly composed. The latter is reserved for when she wants to intimidate someone. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Oh boy. She would be so confused. She wouldn’t comprehend someone having a crush on her even if they were on friendly terms, let alone if she hated them. It wouldn’t make any sense and she wouldn’t hesitate to bluntly ask them why they liked her when she couldn’t stand them.  PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Same as above. Just complete confusion. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Denial is her go-to emotion when it comes to the death of loved ones. She refuses to acknowledge it and convinces herself she can bring them back from the dead. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: She remains joyful regardless of the difficulty. In fact, she sees it as a challenge and it only serves to boost her happiness. INJURY: She accidentally injures herself all the time and never makes a big deal out of it whether it’s serious or not. There’s usually a spell that can fix the problem, so she’ll preform it on herself then carry on with her day. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: It depends! If it’s an animal, she can’t resist petting it. Keep in mind that Gaila’s definition of ‘cute’ can range from fluffy kittens to poisonous scorpions. If it’s a person, she just expresses her fondness with extra enthusiasm.

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Here

FIRST APPEARANCE: She first appeared in Gralice at the age of 15 and immediately demanded to be given residence there because her mother was a renowned mage in the kingdom before her death.

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: English.. and...????????? I don’t know what the languages in Frucitaion are, but she would know most, if not all of them for travelling purposes. SCHOOLING LEVEL: Most of her schooling growing up came from the books she read and whatever various knowledge her father knew since they didn’t stay in one place for long. She started attending High School after her father died and just barely managed to graduate. Not because she was a bad student, but because her focus was typically elsewhere. FAVORITE SUBJECT(S): Botany, Health, and Chemistry INTERESTED CAREERS: Her current career of answering requests is what she always wanted, however, she wants to improve the image people have of her so that requests will be less rare. EXPERTISE: Botany and Health CHEMISTRY: A+ MATH: A LANGUAGE: A GEOGRAPHY: D POLITICS/LAW: D COOKING: C- MECHANICS: B BOTANY (FLOWERS): A+ MYTHOLOGY: B DRAMATICS (ACTING,SINGING): F

READING LEVEL: College sophomore HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: If she actually put her mind to it, she would be a fantastic planner, but she doesn’t try. In other words, she’s terrible at planning ahead. She does everything on impulse.

ROMANCE DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: She wouldn’t initiate much of anything with a s/o. Maybe she would grab their hand, but that’s it. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): It’s difficult for me to imagine her in a romantic setting, but I suppose she would act mostly the same, but more awkward and cautious because it would be new to her. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: She would be klutzy and unsure of herself. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO:  She would take things slowly. She wouldn’t be in any hurry when it comes to romance. PROTECTIVE: She would be just as protective of a lover as she would be with her children. Not to an extreme degree. Even less so with a s/o if she knew they could handle themselves. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Best friends.  WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She would buy little trinkets she saw in a window while taking a walk or make them things herself--especially flower bouquets.  TYPE OF KISSER: Small pecks on the lips. Nothing aggressive or passionate. Just quick little smooches. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not currently. She wouldn’t mind adopting some kids in the future though. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Not currently. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Both. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Not really. Not in the beginning of a relationship at least. Maybe over time, she would learn how to be a little romantic, but she would probably never do something extravagant. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Asleep. Probably snuggling up to her s/o’s side or sprawled out and taking up three-fourths of the bed. There is no in between. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not even a little. MARRY FOR MONEY: Never. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: She doesn’t have a dream date. OPINION ON SEX: Not interested in any way shape or form.

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Everything about the palace completely entranced her; from the decorations, to the mingling people, to the fact that it was in the sky of all places. Perhaps it was that last fact that made her feel as though she was floating, but in actuality, it was more than likely the fact that she wasn’t hearing even an murmur of gossip regarding herself and no one was actively trying to avoid her. 

Whenever she entered a heavily crowded area in Tilaren, some citizens were quick to comment under their breath or walk away if they were too nervous around her, but no one said a word regarding the dark mage here. Of course, she was fully aware it was because of her appearance, but she was happy nonetheless. 

A black mask with multiple pink butterflies coiling up one side of it shielded violet eyes, and thus her true identity, from view. Her dress consisted of a green ball gown with black trimmings adorning the front and back, the heels she wore not stopping the skip in her step when she bounced around from area to area.

She made conversation easily with many of the guests, and although some were put off by certain comments she would make, everything went much smoother than usual since no one could recognize her. When she entered the ballroom at last, the mage wasted no time in grabbing the first person she saw and dragging them to the dance floor, barely exchanging a word with them in her hurry. She was far too excited to let proper etiquette keep her from storming the dance floor for even a moment upon witnessing everyone else having their fun.

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storm-of-silver:

A cacophonous noise filled the air as Kortin’s head slowly turned to face the new voice. The remainder of his body remained eerily still, the echo of movement still slithering out of his armor. People rarely ever visited Kortin, talking to him in such a manner? Even less likely. His suspicion was eased mildly by the strange demeanor of the girl speaking to him.

Neat helmet? That’s a first– well it would be rather improper to remain silent. Kortin reached for words, yet only a grunt spilled forth. His eyes knit together in a look of perplexity. 

“Yes, I crafted it the day I came back.” A short pause filled the air before he spoke once more, baritone voice booming from his concealed mouth. “I could make you one, yes.”

His form shifted as he rose to his full height, slightly imposing on its own, but with the blood red armor more so.  He stalked forward, armor grating and jingling audibly. His shadow lagged behind before snapping back into position. The grim knight knelt down to scoop up a handful of dirt, head tilted as he did so.

“Is this suitable madam?” He spoke up in a polite tone, despite his harrowing voice. Gathering dirt was quite strange, but then again so were a lot of things in this world. Kortin didn’t very much mind the company either, it wasn’t every day that someone greeted him without apprehension.

Elated that he had not only decided to converse with her, but had even confirmed that he could in fact make her a helmet, the mage clapped her hands together, voice overflowing with delight. Perhaps if she wore a helmet outside, people wouldn’t shy away from her so often.  

“Will you make me one?! I’ll pay you of course! Just name your price! I have money, and flowers, and tomes, and poisons, but I don’t know what you would do with those last two things, so maybe not...” She crouched down to the floor to begin stuffing dirt into her jar, glancing up when the sound of jingling reached her ears. Blinking slowly upon realizing he had stood, she craned her neck upwards to watch him approach, smile unfaltering. 

To say she was surprised by his towering height would be an understatement, but she was far more fascinated than intimidated by the man’s stature, especially since he had knelt down to her height to offer some dirt. “Yes, that’s perfect! Just drop it right in here.” She assured, pushing the jar towards him. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected him to take her up on her offer, but she was pleased that he had. Her encounters with others rarely went this smoothly after all.

“Oh, can you make it look like yours? The helmet I mean. Except maybe with eight eyeholes instead! You know, like a spider. Or maybe three, like a cyclops!” She mused, dropping down to sit cross-legged and rub the back of her neck. “But look at me rambling again! I’m so excited that I almost forgot to ask what you meant when you said you crafted your helmet the day you came back! Where did you come back from? Were you traveling?”

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   While technically his duty was never fulfilled, and the Knight could stand for hours on end to keep watch over any who entered their lands, there were rare times where he found himself able to walk off; to seek entertainment elsewhere even if only for a handful of hours. What better way to seek such needs than to leave his own Empire completely? A new ground to terrorize could be found elsewhere, where his name and grisly visage would not be recognized. 

   Tilaren of course was only but the correct course to set upon. Too bad it was the wildlife that had to be the first to suffer.

   Finding himself against he edges of the Empire, barely within the walls at all, a seamless stream surrounded by blooming flora is merely passed by, little interest given at all. Yet–…something seems to strike out from the lone Knight’s form, a trailing of shadows escaping from the soles of plated boots, stretching along the patches of sun and attacking colors of golds and reds, nothing but withering greens being left in his wake. If it was possible, laughter could be caught on his breath, yet in replace of is harsh wheezes and drowning rumbles in his chest; clearly, something as simple as having plants die by barely even glancing to them is pleasing. 

   Clearly, the man was bored. 

It had been a calm, uneventful day with no issues. A rare type of day where the mages experiments had gone without a hitch. A day where she felt she had earned a break from her work and could take a nice stroll through one of her favorite parts of the kingdom; by the creek near the outskirts. Her plan had been to extract flowers from her body and plant them in the area, a habit she had picked up over the years. 

What she hadn’t planned on, however, was witnessing the flowers she had planted just recently being destroyed by what appeared to be a large shadow. Nor did she plan on witnessing said shadow sprouting from a man walking by the creak, looking oddly pleased with himself.

“Oh.” A pause. “Okay.”

Things rarely, if ever, surprised the Tilaren mage. It was even more rare for things to surprise her in a negative way. This was no exception, but curiosity was another thing entirely. Not towards the fact that he possessed a shadow capable of ravaging flora, but towards the fact that he had done it at all--and if he was willing to help her plant more in their place. 

Unperturbed by the strange power he had used right in front of her eyes, the mage headed towards the patch of flowers he had ruined, crouching down to them when she arrived. Humming softly, she reached out to touch the stems of the flowers that once were, voice carrying a lighthearted tone. “It’s a good thing I came here to plant more, huh? Otherwise, who knows how long this place would have gone looking so barren.” She paused, peering up at the other with a cant of her head, a flower sprouting from the side of her neck. “Why did you ruin them? For fun? Well, it doesn’t really matter anyway. Say, do you want to help me plant more in their place? You don’t have to obviously, but it could be fun!”

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A flower handed Gaila for @ambitioux, I tried my beST I HOPE SHE LOOKS OKAY. I don’t know how to draw mage/witch hats. 

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’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’ Not that he wouldn't do it.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do!” She clapped, already reaching into her dresser for a pair of hula skirts she had bought on impulse. Why did she want them to do this? Well, why not? There was never a wrong time to do the hula. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! I’ll join you of course.” She gave him a thumbs up, nodding confidently. “You know, I bet if we get really good at it, we could preform our own shows in our spare time!”

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virtuousfury:

Kyvaru stared. She stared hard.

Honestly, she didn’t know where to be looking first. Well, that was a lie. She had snakes for fingers and that drew a lot of Kyvaru’s attention. “Uh-…” A lot of her words fell on deaf ears as she continued her staring. It was only when said hands were held out to her did she snap back and blink owlishly. “Uhm…”

Pet shop-… Oh!

“Ah-… Of course! There are several though I believe the closest of good reputation is a ten minute walk in-…” She pauses to orientate herself, turning on the spot before pointing down the street. “That way. If you follow the main road down and adhere to the signs towards the centre then you shall find it with relative ease.”

This was, perhaps, the strangest thing she had seen in a very long while and that was saying something. “If I might be so bold-… Why are your fingers snakes?” And how on this sweet earth was she going to remove them and leave them in someone else’s care? Would she lose her fingers?

Hushing the hissing snakes bobbing and weaving in place of her fingers, the mage nodded as the woman spoke. She canted her head to the side to peer past her and towards the direction she was pointing, a sigh of relief escaping her. “Oh, thank goodness! I thought I’d never find one and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to feed them.” The mage replied casually, speaking as if this were the most normal thing in the world--because to her, it was. 

“Thank you for your help! I should have my hands back to normal by sunset if I hurry... I was starting to get kind of attached though. Maybe I’ll keep them for a bit longer..” She stared down at her fingers with a fond smile as one of the snakes sprung up to attempt nipping her in the nose, cooing softly. 

Upon hearing the other speak again, she looked up to offer her undivided attention, a sheepish look forming on her face. This was so embarrassing. With her experience, she shouldn’t have made such an amateur mistake. She knew better than to get distracted in the middle of casting magic, but those birds chirping outside her window were too cute for her to ignore.

“Ahaha, well... funny story... I was trying to preform a curse I read about in a tome... and it sort of... backfired. They were supposed to be claws! Lobster claws to be exact, but I got distracted and... I ended up with these ten little beauties instead. I know--silly me, right?” She shook her head, laughter pealing from her lips. “I know a spell to separate them from me though! So I think it’ll be okay.”

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blightmourn:

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   Instantly does the boy seem to perk up even further (If at all possible) with a flicking of his ear and a curl of his smile. Doe-eyes almost seem to glisten with the gratitude to such an offer, and quickly enough is he digging around within his satchel if only to produce a rather generous stack of flyers. A few papers flutter and scatter to the ground, to which the Engineer seems to pay no mind as he’s hefting out the handful of decorated sheets; words bold and silly illustrations of robotic animals were strewn about.

        “Thank you! That would be most helpful! I know it’s all the way in Belori, but I don’t wanna just be open to people in my kingdom, y’know? Other people might need something, not that they don’t have their own Engineers, but, y’know–!”

   Shoulders hike and roll back in a lazy shrug, weight shifted back onto heels momentarily before falling back to the flats of feet with a slight bounce. 

        “Hey! Do you know anywhere else I could hang these up, that I wont get in trouble for? I don’t really know the laws ‘round here, so–”

One thing became abundantly clear to her as he continued grinning so happily--he was the kindest person she had held a conversation with in quite some time. The thought that he was producing enough energy to fuel a small village crossed her mind, forcing a small chuckle to slip from her lips as she took a handful of papers from him. “I understand! You wanna make sure everyone knows that your shop is open to them! It’s a nice thought really.” She affirmed, taking in the sight of the drawings scribbled across his flyers in the meantime. 

For the briefest of moments, she didn’t register what he had said, optics glued to the paper before her. Blinking in rapid succession, the mage whipped her head up with a curious raise of an eyebrow. He was asking her for more help? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Someone had not only asked her for one, but two things! Appearing almost giddy at the thought, the mage eagerly nodded her head, excitement strongly evident in her voice. “I do! I know plenty of places as a matter of fact! I can take you to a few if you’d like!”

Not awaiting an answer, the mage placed the stack of papers under her arm, careful not to wrinkle or tear them. Humming, she tilted her head to the side, a thoughtful expression overtaking her features. “Come to think of it, I should make flyers for my study! I wouldn’t mind more people requesting things from me.” She mused, already sidestepping around him to head towards her first destination of choice; a tavern she knew was frequented by people. “This way, this way! Onward and upward!”

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’ You can’t change the past. ’

“Well, certainly not with that attitude.” She shrugged the comment off, unperturbed by the weight it carried. Had she seen the world in anything other than rose-colored glasses, that statement would have frustrated her, perhaps even make her rethink the goal she had dedicated her life to. 

However, such negative words couldn’t dwindle the confidence she had in her magic or the belief that the dead could be reanimated exactly as they once were. Anyone who tried to crush those beliefs was wasting their time. They were all she had and she would cling onto them until definite proof that her work was a lost cause was presented to her.

If she lost her hope, she would lose herself to despair. Because if there was anything Gaila was not prepared for, it was the pain that came with the reality that she was, and would always remain, entirely alone. 

“I know what I’m doing, so don’t look so serious! It’ll be fine.” 

It had to be.

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’ No! It was an accident! ’

There was no need to get defensive about it. So he had knocked over a couple of bottles. Big deal. So those bottles just happened to contain acids she had collected from plants and it was slowly eating through her floor. Big deal. 

“What’re you getting so upset for? I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She blinked, baffled by his fearful expression. “No use crying over spilt milk, right? Now lets patch this floor up! I’ll get a hammer.”

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❂ ————– THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’ ’ I despise guessing games. ’ ’ Oh, goody. ’ ’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’ ’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’ ’ You’re so weird. ’ ’ You have no idea. ’ ’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’ ’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’ ’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’ ’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’ ’ What’s a motto? ’ ’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’ ’ Did I miss something? ’ ’ Let me out! Let me out! ’ ’ Please don’t eat me. ’ ’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’ ’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’ ’ You can’t change the past. ’ ’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’ ’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’ ’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’ ’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’ ’ No! It was an accident! ’ ’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’ ’ Then you’re guilty. ’ ’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’ ’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’ ’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’ ’ We’re pals, right? ’ ’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’ ’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’ ’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’ ’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’ ’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’ ’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’ ’ What’s happened to you? ’ ’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’ ’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’ ’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’ ’ So where are we really going? ’ ’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’ ’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’ ’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’ ’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’ ’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’ ’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’ ’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’ ’ I know what I have to do. ’ ’ Temper, temper. ’ ’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’ ’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’ ’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’ ’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’ ’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’ ’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’ ’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’ ’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’ ’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’ ’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’ ’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’ ’ Is that a challenge? ’ ’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’ ’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’ ’ Pinned you again. ’ ’ What’s going on? ’ ’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’ ’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’ ’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’ ’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’ ’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’ ’ You run along now and have fun. ’ ’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’ ’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’ ’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’ ’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’ ’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’ ’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’ ’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’ ’ You could have been killed! ’ ’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’ ’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’ ’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’ ’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’ ’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’ ’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’ ’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’ ’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’ ’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’ ’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’ ’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’ ’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’ ’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’ ’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’ ’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’ ’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’ ’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’ ’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’ ’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’ ’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’ ’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’ ’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’ ’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’ ’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’ ’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’ ’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’ ’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’ ’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’ ’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’ ’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’ ’ You don’t deserve to live. ’ ’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’ ’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’ ’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’ ’ You got to put your past behind you. ’ ’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’ ’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’ ’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’ ’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’ ’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’ ’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’ ’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’ ’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’ ’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’ ’ You don’t even know who you are! ’ ’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’ ’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’ ’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’ ’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’ ’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’ ’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’ ’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’ ’ These are rare delicacies. ’ ’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’ ’ You are more than what you have become. ’ ’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’ ’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’ ’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’

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Do y’all mind if I just…. *draw a bunch of uraraka for no reason*

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@storm-of-silver

It truly was such a shame that she couldn’t grow dirt inside of herself. It would have made her life so much easier. Instead, she had to take detours upon reaching any country to scour their land for soil and place it in a jar to take back home. Inconvenient as it was though, it was also nice to take the occasional break from whatever task she was trying to accomplish to simply appreciate the outdoors. 

Typically, her search for soil brought her to forests, as she figured she might as well enjoy the scenery if she was going to be there for a few minutes. What she hadn’t expected upon arriving in this particular forest, however, was the lone person sitting in it. It wasn’t as though she had never encountered someone on her explorations, but what really stood out to her was the helmet atop his head. As much as she didn’t want to startle him, curiosity swiftly got the better of her, and she just couldn’t resist striking up a conversation.

“What a neat helmet! Did you make it yourself? Or design it at least? Could you get me one? I don’t know where I would wear it, but it’d be nice to have.” The mage rambled, nearly bouncing on the heels of her feet. “Ah, sorry, do you not want to talk? Don’t mind me! I’m just here to collect some dirt, you see.” She chirped, pulling a jar out from her bag and placing it on the ground. “Want to help? The more the merrier, as they say!”

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@litcci

Crouched over a boiling pot of foul smelling liquid, Gaila watched in awe as dark, mud colored bubbles began rising from the water... and spilling over the side to make a mess on the ground. Smoke began rising from the pot, a sure sign that the potion she had been concocting was either going to explode, set her room on fire, or both. In her experience, it probably meant both.

Grabbing a bucket, the mage rapidly paced back and forth from her sink to the pot, refilling said bucket with water then pouring it into her potion repeatedly. In the midst of her poor attempts to quell the rumbling pot, she barely caught the sound of her door opening, and called out over her shoulder to whomever was entering her room, pleasant surprise in her tone.

“I’ll be with you in a moment! Make yourself at home!” The mage grabbed a nearby bowl of soil, tossing it into the pot as well, eyes widening when the flames roused worse than before. “Oh.” She blinked, peeking into the bowl with a thoughtful expression. “That was... probably a mistake.” She turned to her guest, voice calm and composed. “We’ll have to make this quick unfortunately, so go ahead and tell me what you came here for before that blows up. Did you come to make a request for something? Poisoning? A curse? Looking for directions? Whatever it is, I’m happy to help as long as it won’t kill anybody!”

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@virtuousfury

“Oh wow, look at you! You’re probably the tallest person I’ve ever seen! Not that there’s anything wrong with being tall, but wow.” A wide grin stretched  the mages lips as she briskly approached the woman, peering up at her with glimmering eyes. She held her hands together behind her, a faint hissing emitting from her back. "I don’t mind being small, but I’d give anything to be as tall as you for a day! I can’t imagine the sights I’d see.” 

She tapped a finger against her chin, losing herself in thought, her initial goal completely forgotten for the time being in favor of making conversation. “I wonder if there’s a plant that causes growth when ingested. If there is, then surely there’s one that shrinks you too...” She shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll worry about that later. First things first!” A hand is held out to the elf, revealing the cause of the aforementioned hissing. 

Tiny, slithering snakes had replaced all of her fingers, several of which were far from happy to be waved around so carelessly. This is what she got for getting distracted in the midst of preforming a curse. Although, the end result wouldn’t have been much better even if she had done it right. Instead of snakes, they would have become lobster claws, which she had attempted to create out of mere curiosity. “I need you to point me towards the nearest pet shop! I’ve been traveling for a while now and haven’t come across one yet... but I can’t just get rid of these little guys, you know? They can’t survive on their own.”

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@diimidium

"Hmm... now, what to do...”  The mage mused to herself as she peered down to the paper within her hands, then back up to the seemingly abandoned home before her. Clearly baffled by the sight, her brows knit in concentration, attempting to figure out where exactly she went wrong. 

This was supposed to be the place, right? That was what the civilian who approached her had said. Requests for assistance came rarely for the infamous dark mage of Gralice, so imagine her surprise when she was emailed about a civilian of Cyanio who wanted her help. With what, she couldn’t imagine. She had only received a handful of requests before and most came from those wishing to poison or curse someone, neither of which she cared to accept if it meant killing someone.

Though as she stood in front of the building her client had sent her to, she realized one of two things had occurred. Either she had been tricked for reasons unbeknownst to her, or she had managed to get lost, despite following the directions given to her. Neither made much sense, but perhaps if she asked around, she would find some answers. 

Never one to dance around subjects, the mage began each line of questioning with a brief rundown of what she was there for and who she was looking for, though no one knew--or rather, they were too suspicious of her to answer, not that she had noticed. Her blunt wording and bright grin had set more than couple of people on edge and as she approached a young brunette woman, she began her story once again, tone as enthusiastic as ever. 

“Hello, miss! Pardon me for stopping you like this, but I’m a mage from Gralice and I’m here to find a man who I’m guessing wants someone dead.” She paused, blinking owlishly before waving her hands dismissively. “I’m not actually going to help him with that though! But on the off chance that he wants something else, I need to find him! I wasn’t given a name or a picture, but I have these directions, so if you could tell me who lives in that old abandoned building, I’d be very grateful.”

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