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Dylas Ukko Merrick || 5,000G || Affilated with Pelago Islands

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Founding Celebration Dance Recording Doc & Wrap-Up

1st Doc

2nd Doc

3rd Doc

Everyone who participated in this RP will be receiving 2 points towards the next activity check. Please reblog if you participated in the dance.

In addition…the points are tallied up and the results of the Founding Celebration are in! Here are the total points won:

Leuda Island earned…610 Points

Arcadia Island earned…772 Points

Congratulations for your win, Arcadia! Explorer’s Guild employees are now working towards making your floating island a reality! Please expect your new area to be completed by mid-April!

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BttP; A Neightmare

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rxzberries:

[🐎] — She had been slow and careful in her approach, but once she notices the twitch of its ears, the rancher tenses. Georgia halts her steps when the horse suddenly gets back to its feet, wincing a bit at its angry reaction.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“H-Hey, it’s okay!” She assures, holding her hands up placatingly. Subtly, she takes a step back and digs her heel into the ground, in case she needed to turn and break into a quick run. “I’m not here to hurt you, I wanna help!” 

Realizing that her panic might rile the horse up even more, she lowers her voice, and repeats, “I just want to help.”

He kept his ears pressed back. Yelling certainly wasn't going to help. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He already sacrificed himself once. What more did they want?

Dylas definitely understood what she was trying to say and do but he didn't trust it. He didn't trust her. He walked in circles and snorted through his nose, swishing his tail back and forth. He stops in place then turns to her. For a mere second, it looked as if he were to let his guard down and come to his sense that maybe all humans weren't bad. They all didn't *want* something from him.

If they weren't going to leave him alone, then he had to do it himself.

His hoof kicked at the dirt underneath, dust particles flying everywhere. Then, he swished his tail, snorted as if to give her a warning. Dylas started to bolt toward her, his horn facing her direction. Move or be moved.

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Why So Sirius || Frey and Dylas

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dearestfrey:

Her eyes lit up.

“You like watching the stars too?” she asked, a smile on her face. “I hope you don’t mind to have a watching buddy. We might see each other more often if you’re gonna stay out like this.” Frey looked up at the stars. When they had worked together on the farm, it was nothing more than some small talk. But now they actually got the chance to talk together! 

She sighed and sat in silence for a bit. She wondered if he’d be interested in idle chit-chat, but knowing him… Probably not. Oh well, they had nothing to do anyways.

“So…” Oh god don’t make it awkward.  “They’re all so pretty, aren’t they?”

Good job, Frey.

He raised a brow at her mentioning the increased frequency of their visits. Maybe he would have to start coming at a different time if she was going to be here. Nothing against her or anything, he was just being difficult. Dylas kept his eyes trained on the sky, watching and waiting. Occasionally, there would be movement in the sky only for him to realize it was just an airplane or something.

"Yeah, I guess..." he mumbled in response her last question.

To be completely honest, he wasn't the best at small talk and he only came to this area to get away from everyone and find solace in the stillness of the night. Lately, that hadn't been happening. Now, he had quiet but for some reason, felt the need to fill the space. It was probably just because someone else, his coworker, was there and that was a thing that others did, talked. It's too bad he was never skilled in communication.

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Lantern Wishes || Dylas & Frey

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dearestfrey:

@aneighsayer

The Lantern Festival! It was finally here! And boy, was Frey excited about it! She told one of her coworkers, Dylas, to meet her at the stargazing spot. They both knew where it was at, and it was a nice way to start the evening. After the disaster at the formal dance, Frey was eager to make it up to him. 

And what better way than to spend quality time with a friend, right?

As she rocked back and forth on her heels, she waited at the spot, looking at the path expectantly. Hopefully he’d show up today. She perked up when she saw a familiar figure walk up, and started waving at him.

“Dylas! Over here!” Great! He came, and now she was really raring to go for the evening.

Dylas wasn't really the type to voluntarily go to these kinds of events and such. He had been invited to the Lantern Festival by one of his coworkers who just wouldn't leave him alone for some reason. More questionable, he went along with it.

Things had been a little awkward since the disastrous atrocity called a dance. Lots of fumbling and frustrations. She had promised to make it up to him although he didn't really need the sympathy.

He was told to meet her at the stargazing spot where they had first met, so after work, he headed that way, already spotting that bright green head of hair eagerly waving at him. He made his way over, not to keep her waiting because Goddess knows how he feels about patience. Or in his case, lack thereof.

"You really went all out, huh?" he asked noting her current and probably themed attire.

[aneighsayer-blog]

RESULTS: [ Day 1 Roll ]Lily & Iluka: CliffJake & Dylas: Plants ( Speed & Paralysis ) [ Day 2 Roll ]Iluka & Dylas: Potion ( De-Aging Potion & Antidote Potion )Lily & Jake: Orb [ Day 3 Roll ]Jake & Iluka: OrbLily & Dylas: Plants ( Paralysis & Hallucinations ) [ Day 4 Roll ]Jake: BearDyl...

Survival Minigame with Dylas, Lily, Jake, and Iluka. Partially roleplayed out with three orbs obtained. Any points go to Arcadia. Thought this part kinda doesn’t matter.

[ @treasuresunknown | @jake-out-the-humans | @carosellocafe ]

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Activity Check (3/31)

details to come bc im lazy

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Why So Sirius || Frey and Dylas

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dearestfrey:

Frey skipped along as she went up the path, humming along as she did so. She was excited for tonight and couldn’t wait for it to be the right time. Luckily, Arcadia didn’t face too much light pollution so Frey could see a myriad of stars in the sky. And that’s exactly what she was here for tonight.

There was a meteor shower tonight! And she wanted to go to her favorite spot to stargaze… Until she noticed someone was already lying down there. Odd, there was usually no one ever here. Not in her experience of being here anyways. She approached with a bit of caution, and almost jumped when the stranger suddenly sat up.

Ah. It was just Dylas. She exhaled. “You scared me too…”

“I came here to watch the meteor shower!” Frey explained, sitting down beside him. “This is my favorite stargazing spot. What about you? Why are you outside so late?“

Hmph. She was the one who snuck up on him.

He watched as she sat down next to him and sighed a little. He wasn’t going to move because he was here first so he propped himself up on his hands trying to ease the awkwardness he felt. Dylas had the hopes of being alone but that flew out the window as usual. His eyes fixated on the sky again. The shower wouldn’t start until a little later so they had a little downtime. He quickly glanced over at her when she asked why he was out so late. Why did she care?

“… Ahem… Uh, the same reason… I guess." He shrugged.

It obviously wasn’t just a ‘he had nothing else to do’ kind of thing. Why else would he purposely make a pit stop in the grass this time of night when he could have gone home?

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Why So Sirius || Frey and Dylas

@dearestfrey

Dylas always seemed to get out of work late so it was always dark and the stars lit up the sky when he was heading home. While work didn't end early enough to spare some daylight today, it was just in time for the supposed meteor that was supposed to shoot through the sky.

Not that he was excited or anything for that.

He went about his usual way on the path until he came to a grassy area. He didn't see any benches around, not that he really cared. He was bound to lie on the ground anyway. It gave a better viewing experience as opposed to holding his neck up in an awkward position. Dylas plopped down on the grass and reclined onto his back. With one arm, he propped up his head while the other arm rested on his torso.

After some time, he heard footsteps along the path. Normally, this wouldn't really bother him. However, those footsteps began to sound closer. Instinctively, he shot up from his position on the grass to see who it was. 

"Goddess, you scared me..." he sighed pressing a hand to his head. "What are you doing here anyway?"

[treasuresunknown]

midnight meeting » dylas&lily

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treasuresunknown:

@aneighsayer

It was nearing 2 A.M. on Arcadia that night, yet the faint sound of light footsteps could be heard, disturbing the silence. Lily strolled at a leisurely pace, her lack of destination giving her no incentive to increase her speed. Her path skimmed the edge of Fugue Forest; she knew it would be unwise to enter at this time of night, as she would most likely find herself lost in the darkness before long. But the dense trees made for a scenic route on her aimless late night walk. 

Before long, she came across a sole bench. She’d been walking around the island for the better part of an hour, so she decided to give herself a break. She sat on the bench and brought her knees up to her chest for warmth. Despite it being officially Spring on the islands now, the night air was still chilly, and she silently thanked herself for remembering to grab a coat on the way out of the Inn. 

For a while, she allowed herself to be lost in thought. But the sound of footsteps soon alerted her to somebody else approaching. Her gaze met with the man on the path, and she offered him a polite smile. 

“You startled me,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting to see anybody else out this late.”

He was stuck working the late shift at the bar tonight and when it finally ended, he sighed with relief. He had half a mind to just stay back and nap or even sleep but he didn't think his boss would like that.

After everything was locked and closed up, Dylas decided to take the long way home at a leisurely pace. He was tired but didn't have the energy or willpower to speed up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and began his journey home. For spring to have just started, it sure was cold. Thankfully, he was dressed for the weather so it was tolerable.

The stars were out and he actually enjoyed night walks partly for that reason. They allowed him to de-stress and be alone for the night. Well, most nights anyway. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of someone's voice. On the bench adjacent to him sat a woman who he probably wouldn't have seen nor given a second thought had she not called out to him. He didn't need to check and make sure she was talking to him because who else would be out this late? Speaking of... why was she out this late?

"..." He stared at the woman on the bench a little dumbfounded. "I startled you?"

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The New Kid || Dylas & Marlin

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muscadelle:

“You’re ridiculous if you think there’s any better way to entertain yourself,” Marlin drawled as he leaned against the counter. Dylas spoke like a bitter man who was afraid to take a chance.

Not that Marlin knew anything about that or whatever.

“Valentine’s Day is coming up. We’ll need more wine than I expected.” Said the man who was doodling in the margins of the notepad. He glanced up at him again and quirked a brow.

“You’re going to have to work harder than that to keep them off you, y’know. I recommend a buzz cut.”

"Actually, these glasses are doing a great job at keeping me busy," he spoke, not taking his eyes away from them.

He continued cleaning them when Marlin mentioned something about Valentine's Day. What a dumb """holiday.""" He glances at him briefly then back to the glasses. People did tend to buy more wine and chocolate for that day. As a way to celebrate...? Love, he supposed but that could have been done any other day. Although he couldn't complain since it was the customer's entitlement to purchases and that was where his income came from.

His eyes widen at the mention of a buzz cut. Yeah, like hell. Then they narrow at his comment. 

"Right... But your mullet seems to be doing the job." He rolled his eyes. Why did he care anyway? Was he trying to set him up for something? Dylas eyed him carefully. What are you up to?

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BttP; A Neightmare

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rxzberries:

[🐎] — Her body is wracked with shivers as she walks through the snowy forest, Georgia pulling her coat tighter around herself to stave off winter’s chill. Even with her heat powers, she absolutely could not tolerate the cold… or maybe it was because she had heat powers that she couldn’t.

The only reason she was out here was the Goddess Pond, normally going out to pray to it once a week, when she had the time. She wished the weather would have at least been a little kinder today though, since she wouldn’t be able to go any other time this week.

As she travels through the forest, she passes by a clearing, initially paying no mind to it until she sees a flash of something in the corner of her vision. Curious, she stops, and turns to squint at the large figure seated in the middle of the field. Was that… a sleeping monster? Or wait, no, that… that looked kind of like… a horse…

If it was one, then what kind of horse rancher would she be if she didn’t check it out? It could be hurt, for all she knew. And in that case, she had to help it.

Decision made, Georgia deviates from her original path and steps into the clearing, slowly approaching the creature to keep from scaring it. Or getting herself hurt by doing so.

After his nap, he slowly opens his eyes, ready to get back on track. Although he felt ready, his body wasn’t. Dylas hadn’t eaten in a while and with spring just now coming, he doubted he would be able to find a substantial amount of grass to fix his problem.

He let out a loud and long whinny full of agony. Goddess, he was starving. Complaining to no one was going to get him nowhere so he decided he would do something about it. However, his ears twitched upon hearing footsteps. 

Humans. Were they here to hunt him down?

He rose to his feet quickly and scoped out the surrounding area. Dylas spotted some redhead chick who he didn't know what she wanted with him or why she was there but he didn't like it. He rose on his back legs and kicked his front legs, letting out a loud and angry neigh. When he landed on his feet, he huffed and started scraping the ground with his front hoof ready to attack.

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Horsing Around || Dylas and Ibuki

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ibukimura:

@aneighsayer

Coworkers were friends, right? That was what he’d been told, anyways. His only coworkers before moving here had been his siblings, which was…Simultaneously stifling and fun. And likely the only time you could get away with pushing your peers into a hot spring full of people trying to soak in peace.

Before the real night rush started, Ibuki resolved to speak to him. Leaning against the bar in an attempt to act casual, like someone by the proverbial watercooler, Ibuki started speaking to his much taller, more aloof work partner.

“Good…How…morning are you?”

Nailed it.

Before the usual rush came into the bar, Dylas decided to take the initiative to clean up some glasses. The more glasses available for when things start to kick into high gear, the better. Less stress if he just got a few cleaned and ready for use beforehand. Anyway, while he was keeping himself busy, out of the corner of his eye, he sees some guy approach him.

This guy, Ibuki, was it? He was a coworker but it wasn't like Dylas really kept tabs on everyone and really had no clue what to expect from this guy. He glanced at the other guy leaning against the bar trying to act cool, making Dylas narrow his eyes. What did this guy want? When the string of words spilled from his mouth, his expression turned from sour and disgust to confusion.

"What the fuck?"

He knew he could be awkward and curt, no doubt but... what was this guy doing?

[thenervousnurse]

And Again, At Twilight || Open

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thenervousnurse:

Violet stiffened up at the tone of his voice, looking up (and up, and up) at him with an extremely nervous look on her face. She froze up for a second, some panic setting in as she realized she was annoying him. She probably disturbed or ruined his walk. Before she could even look him in the eye, her eyes immediately fell to the ground, a completely flustered look on her face.

“N-Nothing! I-I’m s-sorry…!” Violet stuttered out, barely able to get out even those words, and she started to stumble around him, not wanting to disturb him any more than she already did!

It would have been much easier to just ignore it, shrug it off and continue on. For a moment, he was about to. He could have just kept walking without a care in the world and returned home. However, he watched her make her way around him and whatever she interrupted him for was beginning to bother him. He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, you must have wanted my attention if you interrupted my walk. So, don't waste my time, what did you want?" She probably wanted nothing more than to just see who was there in the middle of the street, but that didn't click in his mind. All he saw was some girl calling out to him only to dismiss him.

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🐎Activity Check (3/17)🐎

Profits:

[+1,500G] For working at Brie and Beaujolais

[+1,000G] For working at the Blue Horseshoe

[+1,000G] For working at Sunset Ranch

Expenses:

[-500G] Lives in Shade Apartments with roommate

Activity Check (3/3) ((for posterity sake))- Passsed>> From hiatus

Current Total: 12,000G

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🐎Activity Check (2/17)🐎

Profits:

[+1,500G] For working at Brie and Beaujolais 

[+1,000G] For working at the Blue Horseshoe

[+1,000G] For working at Sunset Ranch

[+500G] For every open post you respond to

Expenses:

[-No expenses] Lives on Sunset Ranch

Current Total: 9,000G

[thedensedoctor]

Picky Eaters || [[Dylas/Ford]]

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thedensedoctor:

It wasn’t often that Ford liked to go to new restaurants. It was always a gamble with the food. Not because of the taste, of course. He didn’t concern himself with such things as that. No, it was the nutrition that concerned him- calories, nutrients, that sort of thing. You never knew what sort of things a new restaurant would throw into its food. Luckily, Ford had brought his nutri-scanner with him. An invention of his own creation, it could scan food and tell him exactly what the nutritional value was. 

Since he had worked late at the clinic that day, he really needed to get his next meal in on time- and that meant he had no choice but to go to the Blue Horseshoe. It was a place that lacked a certain amount of class, in Ford’s personal opinion, but hopefully, it would suffice. He entered the establishment, ignoring the television sets, and hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake.

@aneighsayer

No offense to this guy, but judging on appearance, he didn't look like the type to enter this setting, *a bar.* He looked like he was meant for an office, at least compared to everyone else that entered. Maybe this guy was lost. Did that mean he had to help? Either way, he had to attend to a customer.

A customer in the way of the door, that was.

He leaned over the counter, glass in hand, to look at the guy as best he could without looking intimidating. "Hey, sir? Can you move a little, you're blocking the entryway." Seriously, did he not know how a public establishment worked? If the answer was no, then Dylas sure had his work cut out for him. It sure sucked to be the one on staff today. 

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The New Kid || Dylas & Marlin

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muscadelle:

@aneighsayer

Dylas was…new. He wasn’t necessarily bad at bartending, as far as Marlin could see, but for the entire night he’d watched how he dealt with the customers, and there were a few things he wanted to say to him.

He pursed his lips when the fourth woman in the past hour and a half left the bar to join a booth of her girlfriends, sighing dramatically, and he shook his head as he moved behind the bar, where Dylas was manning it alone.

“So.” Marlin pulled out a notepad and began taking notes on it, trying to come across like he was taking stock of the wine - as if he hadn’t already done that three hours ago. “Do you not realize the girls are flirting with you, or do you just not care?”

Doing a job was quite simple. Just do what the boss says and everything would be fine. Well, at least this is what Dylas originally thought all it would take. No one told him that he would have to deal with people more than necessary. For instance, the fourth girl who tried flirting with him, for whatever reason, he shut down.

He was cleaning some glasses behind the bar, grumbling to himself when his boss approaches him. He raised a brow at his question or rather, sad attempt at making simple banter. This wasn't gossip hour.

"Please, I've got much better ways to entertain myself than the likes of..." He glances up from the glass at the woman. "That." To be completely honest, all he cared about was doing his job correctly and efficiently unlike some of his coworkers. Damn that Joe.

"What's with the notepad? Didn't you take just take stock?" He glances between the notepad and Marlin. Or was he just being creepy? Of course, Dylas couldn't ask that, he had some kind of filter.