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@andyouthoughtdirtwasold
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Independent RP blog for Yuan Ka-Fai, Tales of Symphonia with a twist
Written by Wren, who is over 21 and has been lurking on rp tumblr for almost as long as Yuan has lived
OC, AU, Canon, Crossover and Multi-verse friendly
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Note: following this Yuan will expose you to spoilers for Tales of Symphonia
“That cough sounds pretty bad.”
[ @iniquitousideals | worried sentence starters | accepting ]
Mithos' statement was punctuated by a violent, rattling cough from Yuan. It rather proved his point. That cough did sound pretty bad. That cough sounded like a little more than a simple cold.
That cough made his chest tight and his breath hard to catch. He wanted nothing more than to sink back into a pile of pillows and welcome sweet (temporary) oblivion. But Yuan was stubborn. And Mithos was commenting so...
"I've had worse."
Casper Sentence Meme
“Can I keep you?”
“Don’t come near me, you spiteful spook, or I’ll knock you into the next world.”
“Don’t worry.You always look cute.”
“French fries are not a breakfast food.”
“Hmm? Guess ‘cause when you’re a ghost, life doesn’t matter that much anymore.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from you, it’s: Always kick ‘em when they’re down. And, baby, you’re six feet under.”
“I have-a quite a bit of experience. Not, you know, like, exactly doin’ it. But I’ve studied it, and I’ve talked to people who have done it.”
“I thought we almost lost each other for a minute there.”
“I told you I was a good dancer.”
“It’s my party and I’ll die if I want to.”
“Listen! Cut the crap, okay? If you don’t show yourself, I’m gonna have you arrested for trespassing!”
“Not bad for my first party, huh?”
“Not so fast, little man. The bitch is back.”
“Oh, man, how am I gonna do this? I couldn’t even get my Easy Bake oven to work.”
“Oh, that felt like the strangest dream.”
“Please. Do not think I’m as crazy as I thought you were”
“Please don’t scream! I promise I won’t hurt you!”
“Scream or sugar?”
“Sorry, sweetheart. We’re through.”
“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
“We’re gonna booze it until we lose it.”
“What do I usually do when something stands in my way?”
“What were you like when you were alive?”
“What’s it like to die?”
“You don’t have to be scared of death anymore.”
“You know on a scale of one to ten- ten being fun, and one being you.”
Worried Sentence Starters
“[Name] - [Name]. Hi. It’s okay. Don’t try to sit up, do you know where you are?”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m right here, it’s okay.”
“I thought I was going to lose you.”
“You weren’t answering, and I thought -”
“I tried to… our first aid kit was tiny, but I tried.”
“I couldn’t get to you.”
“When I found you, you weren’t breathing.”
“You were dead. They/I had to bring you back.”
“It’s… It’s just really good to see you awake.”
“Call me back when you get this, okay? I’m worried.”
“You asked me to help but I - I couldn’t. I tried. I’m sorry.”
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, did you see the news about that building collapsing? Weren’t you on that side of town?”
“I missed three calls from you and couldn’t get a hold of you, so I came in person. What’s up?”
“Was it me? Was it because of me?”
“That cough sounds pretty bad.”
“Are you sure you should be doing that so soon? You were hurt.”
“Your body needs time to recover.”
“Should I stay with you?”
“Nobody can get to us out here. We’re on our own.”
Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.
pikohan:
It is not often Leon finds himself so thoroughly at a loss for words when asked a question. He deals with all manner of people, should they be civilians, knight subordinates, manipulative father figures, or even the King himself. He knows his way around a conversation, no matter the difficulty.
Yet here he is, completely at a loss because it almost seems as if this old man just implied him to be from.. No, surely not. He couldn’t be that insane.
“.. First of all, I do not make a habit of consuming rocks, so please dispel that notion immediately.” He can’t even begin to fathom why he’d be asked that. Could they have sensed that his magic is Earth in nature? Even then, that’s.. not how magic works.
“As for.. the rest of your inquiry, there must be a deep misunderstanding. I’m not from.. that isn’t even..”
.. Possible, he almost says, and then decides for a more direct answer to hopefully clear the confusion.
“I hail from the Kingdom of Seinegald, on the northern part of the central continent.”
No matter how old or how long they’ve dwelled here, one has to be familiar with one of the two largest powers in the world.
.. Right?
“Certainly you’re familiar..?”
Frowning, Yuan brings his hand to his chin, sightless eyes looking down at the ground as he considers the stranger’s response. To not know of elves, to be a ‘human’ with magical capabilities, to have in hand some sort of ancient relic that required repair...
He has a feeling they will not reach an understanding here, that they will need to leave the forest in order to ascertain the truth. He has his theories, whatever the other says, just no way of proving them.
“Perhaps not a rock. A powder? Might have been mixed into a liquid?”
“I’m not. Aselia’s central continent is large. Really it’s multiple continents joined by land bridges. The most central city would be Altamira, the most northern Izoold. The only kingdom is Tethe’alla, loosely defined.”
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@andyouthoughtdirtwasold
Yuan had always been good at seeing through him. It didn't matter if his eyesight was gone or not. It just came with how long they'd known each other. How much they'd talked and interacted. And how much they hid from each other, often to little affect.
"If you come, I'll give you a whole day," He said with an audible chuckle. It was a little nervous and usually only came when he felt uncomfortable with something, "I'll even give you back all of the contraptions you're working on."
Mithos had been prepared to use them as leverage to make him go if he'd said no. But since Yuan was being so generous, he supposed he could be honest.
mithosofcruxis:
“Deal,” Mithos agreed instantly. The deal was generous for the grump of a man. It wasn’t like it mattered how many days were offered in all actuality - he’d come and go as he pleased. It was part of his deal with Martel, after all. Look after Yuan. Keep him company. Show him that life was still worth living.
“Oh, you know, just a few things.” Deflect. Deflect now, before he breaks out the lighting. “Just a couple of in progress works, maybe a raybit or two.”
As quietly as he could, he placed the thing Yuan had been working on atop the table in front of him, hoping it wouldn’t be noticed.
The deal was struck. Although Yuan supposed they hadn’t shaken on it yet so he could still technically back out. Of course, Mithos waited until after that point to divulge important information.
Yuan narrowed his eyes. “What works? Those raybits do very important jobs, you know. I hope you’re prepared to take responsibility for the work they’ve missed.”
Of course, their job was mostly trundling about the house beeping in distress as they ran into things like a hovvering roomba. But hey, they livened up the place, and Mithos didn’t need to know that.
That said, he reached forwards with a speed his body was most certainly no longer supposed to move and snatched whatever Mithos had just put down off of the table, before it could be taken back.
The component he had dropped? That was unexpectedly kind.
".. Ugh. The older Kresnik is at the window again."
Yuan's first thought was a resounding, 'Does it matter?'
But he supposed that to the sighted people in the house, it probably did.
"So? Take him some soup then. It's on the stove."
It was probably carrot and potato. The components were probably cooked. It was probably edible. There was really only one way to find out.
Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!
Fullmetal Alchemist Sentence Meme
”A lesson without pain is meaningless.”
”Don’t call me small! I’ll break off your feet and stick em on your head!”
”Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
”Even when our eyes are closed, there’s a whole world out there that lives outside ourselves and our dreams.”
”Friends are connected by their souls, you can’t just rinse something out that has been deeply instilled into your soul.”
”Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘if you want to shoot the general, first shoot his horse’?”
”Humans who dare to play God must pay a steep price for their arrogance.”
”I am walking down a path of no return, so I will leave behind me every gift I’ve received.”
”I caught you, you’re mine!”
”I guess it doesn’t matter what we do. We’ll never be the ones in control.”
”I like guns because, unlike swords and knives, you don’t have to feel your victim die.”
”I LOVE DOGS! But of course! Dogs embody loyalty, they follow their masters commands above all else! Be a jerk to them and they don’t complain, and they never once beg for a paycheck!”
”I will be watching you from the shadows.”
”I will follow you into hell if you ask me to.”
”I’ll do everything humanly possible to protect the people I love, and in turn they’ll protect the ones they love.”
”I’m bringing you with me to hell.”
”I’m greedy as hell, always out for myself.”
”Is it alright for me to believe in a future that everyone can live in happiness?”
”It seems both of us are beyond help.”
”It’s a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful.”
”Nothing’s perfect, the world’s not perfect, but it’s there for us, trying the best it can. That’s what makes it so damn beautiful.”
”Please, let me enjoy the happiness of having a cup of coffee.”
”The beauty of a dream is that it’s a fantasy.”
”The next time I make you cry, they’ll be tears of joy!”
”There’s no such thing as a painless lesson-they just don’t exist. Sacrifices are necessary.”
”There’s no such thing as no such thing.”
”You can’t gain anything without losing something first.”
”You know, I didn’t ask to be this big.”
”You shouldn’t seek all the answers; believe me. You may not like what you find.”
”You’re all brainless zombies who never even tried to think for yourselves.”
[ @gentleidealist from here ]
Yuan sat, rubbing at his eyes. Useless or not, it was an automatic reaction and shifted fluidly to supporting his head in his hands. Where even was he? He dropped his hands to his lap - blanketed at the very least.
Neither number Lloyd gave was remotely similar, nor did either of them fit the last known date Yuan knew of. This wasn’t surprising from Lloyd. Still sluggish from sleep, his mind helpfully supplied that Kratos had never known what day it was either.
The rest was surprising.
“You came by last week?”
He frowned. He had no recollection of that. Lloyd wasn’t a threat and didn’t need to be dealt with but his systems ought to have caught his arrival nonetheless - even if they didn’t catch Lloyd himself. He should have noticed at the very least. The fact that he hadn’t...
“And you didn’t think to wake me up?”
“You said you disarmed it!”
"Look, that wasn't a lie on purpose, that was a lie on accident!" Deep breath, Alvin. What would Lloyd do in this circumstance? Lloyd knew how to disarm bombs.
"I'm gonna tell you what I see," he said, trying to maintain hold of the rising wave of terror in his gut. "This thing says we have five minutes." It had been thirty, thirty seconds ago.
"There's a white wire that goes to a cylinder-shaped thing, and a black wire that goes to a cube-shaped thing. And a mess of orange wires that look like they go to the timer, and they all go into a long skinny case at the bottom of the big box."
“Wonderful! Five minutes, fantastic!”
Sarcastic commentary and hand motions purely for the benefit of his companion aside, Yuan frowned, bringing his fingertips to his forehead as he created a mental image of the contraption Alvin described.
“Right,” he replied, giving a slight nod mostly to himself. “And what did it look like before you ‘disarmed’ it? What did you do?”
Disarming a bomb without visuals was hardly the ideal situation but he had put himself in it. He’d faced worse odds...
Adventurer/Explorers Sentence Starters
“I have to be honest, these hieroglyphs could either mean that there’s a trap here, a curse, or someone really likes the baker’s bread more than they ought to.”
“You said you disarmed it!”
“Please let us not find a body in there, please.”
“I think this room’s been picked clean already.”
“If we find some sort of monster down here I am going to break your knees and leave you.”
“T-this must be hundreds of years old!”
“I can’t imagine this place being used for anything good, not with all that blood all over the walls.”
“Aaand the statue is crying blood. Okay, that’s something we’ll have to deal with.”
“I’m sure nothing can ever go wrong in walking through cursed doorways! Nothing at all!”
“This is worth more than your entire life so you better not break it.”
“Care to go on a quick quest with me?”
“And why should I join you in this… trivial ‘quest’?”
“Excuse me, but are you an adventurer?”
“If I find one more bug in my supplies I am going to scream.”
“I am bleeding, I am cold, and I haven’t taken a bath in over four weeks, so shut up and get out of my way.”
“This is why I told you to bring a fucking map you stupid bastard!”
“I know enough about rope bridges to know not to trust one.”
“Woah, take a look at this!”
“Please tell me you found something of value in this dump.”
“Is this a dragon’s hoard…?”
“I swear to whatever deity is listening- if you don’t get me out of this mud I will end you.”
“How much are we getting paid for this again?”
“I will wring your neck and leave you to the wolves if you don’t /shut up/!”
“I think… we’re lost.”
“I TOLD you not to touch that! Now look what you’ve done!”
“Glowing runes. What can go wrong?”
“I think you activated something…”
“Please tell me there’s no spiders living here…”
“Welcome. You’re the first person in over an era to step foot here.”
“I cannot guarantee your safety if you follow through with this.”
“You don’t belong here.”
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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
Happy Museday, everyone. In honor of it, ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. … No, really. I don’t. D:
1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
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@andyouthoughtdirtwasold
The smell of the plasma from the lightning was getting to him at this point. As a small resistance he kicked up a wind spell, blowing away the ashes, the smell, and the evidence.
Though Yuan didn't look anywhere, Mithos could see him mentally scanning the area and the situation. It was nice to know that Yuan was just as bothered by it as he was.
"What do you think they'd be after? Magitech is a dime a dozen now, so they shouldn't be after your work."
Yuan sighed, appreciating without words the wind magic Mithos used to freshen the air - and of course, the clean-up.
“Shouldn’t be-!” Yuan began with mock affront. “Shouldn’t be after my work? Please, we all know my work is far superior the other trash saturating the market.”
His tone was light. He wasn’t. Truth be told, the pair of them had more knowledge than simple magic-tech. There were worse things that could be taken. Truth be told, he wanted to move on from here, shift a little further north, further from the nearby human settlements.
But that didn’t follow the spirit of what they were trying to do. Besides which, these people would only follow them and the further they retreated, the worse that would be.
He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, where the ache was only growing.
(continued from Here)
@andyouthoughtdirtwasold
Yuan had always been good at seeing through him. It didn't matter if his eyesight was gone or not. It just came with how long they'd known each other. How much they'd talked and interacted. And how much they hid from each other, often to little affect.
"If you come, I'll give you a whole day," He said with an audible chuckle. It was a little nervous and usually only came when he felt uncomfortable with something, "I'll even give you back all of the contraptions you're working on."
Mithos had been prepared to use them as leverage to make him go if he'd said no. But since Yuan was being so generous, he supposed he could be honest.
A day?
“Make it two,” he replied immediately.
There was no real point to bartering. Mithos would reappear whenever he wanted to regardless, whether it was one day or five. But it was automatic, instinctive. He hadn’t even thought about it yet, too busy wondering if Mithos had picked up the thing that had dropped and put it back on the table or if he was still holding on to it. Or if it was still on the floor somewhere just waiting for him to stand on it later.
“Wait - what contraptions? What do you have?”
[ @mithosofcruxis continued from here ]
Yuan stood, hearing the sick squelch of a sword wrenched from flesh. The fallen man’s mana dispersed around him a sure indication that Mithos had killed him outright.
This was the worst part of battle - besides the killing of course - the haze of death that obscured his ‘vision’. An annoyance, a hindrance, but not enough to stop him from doing his duty, their duty.
Drawing on mana that tingled in his finger tips, Yuan released a bolt of lightning. He was lucky, Mithos’ murder of their friend had caused them to come together close enough that his charge jumped from one to the other.
Lightning charred flesh. It also stopped hearts.
“My butt doesn’t need protection,” Yuan replied.
He didn’t give in to the urge to remind Mithos that their Martel didn’t want anything. Their Martel was still dead, no matter that the summon spirit wearing her face echoed her sentiments.
“… But thanks, I guess, for the assist,” he added with a frown. “Honestly, you’d think they’d have given up by now…”
Mithos surveyed the bodies charred remains. Yuan had always been thorough when it came to execution and disposal, so this made things easy for them. It would be a problem if someone came around and found dead bodies around their house.
That still made things difficult when it came to the soldiers coming after them. Mithos had learned recently that the soldiers were keeping a record of who went missing and where they went to. They may have to move soon. Or at least make the place seem abandoned.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say,” he said as he shrugged, “All I know is that the attacks are getting more frequent. It’s like they don’t appreciate angels living amongst them or something.”
Dead. They were dead. He didn't sense any more coming. The smartest choice would be for the two of them to trace their assailants' route and erase as many traces of their presence here as possible, perhaps set a false trail.
But in spite of what he'd said to Mithos, exhaustion weighed heavily on his bones, exacerbated by the fact that they were here again, that these people just did not know when to quit.
He sighed, a frown on his face as he took a single step in the direction their attackers had come from.
"Unless they were after something else..."
