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[audaciious]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

a bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

Tagged by: the amazing @amused-bouche

Tagging: whoever wants to do it <3

[onepiecc]

@audaciious

The moment the transformation began, Onuris's entire posture changed. His fingers tightened slightly around the pommel of his sword as he watched the impossible unfold before him. Years of travel had taught him that the world rarely bothered adhering to what most people considered possible. He had seen men command storms, watched giants tear apart fortress walls with their bare hands, and once crossed paths with a woman who could turn her own body into living flame. Yet there remained something uniquely unsettling about witnessing flesh reshape itself before his eyes. The unicorn's elegant form seemed to unravel and rebuild simultaneously, limbs lengthening and shifting, silver hooves becoming hands, the elongated muzzle retreating into human features. The transformation was seamless, fluid, almost beautiful in a way that made it difficult to look away from.

By the time Sylvi stood before him, the stream continued flowing as though nothing extraordinary had happened. For several seconds, the man simply stared before he exhaled a slow breath, and a short laugh followed. "Ah." The single syllable carried the weight of several rapidly collapsing theories. "I was beginning to think every story that the older folks told me as a child was true. The talking unicorn was admittedly becoming difficult to explain." His dark eyes studied her carefully now that she stood in her true form. His gaze briefly drifted toward the place where the horn had disappeared before returning to her face.

"No disappointment here," he admitted. "Though I confess part of me was already preparing questions about unicorn society. Do they hold councils? Debate philosophy? Secretly judge ordinary horses?" For the first time since their encounter began, genuine amusement colored his voice. The tension that had existed between them dissolved like morning mist. At the mention of devil fruits, however, his expression shifted into one of understanding. "That makes considerably more sense." The swordsman rested both hands atop the pommel of his blade. "A rare fruit then. Mythical, I would assume."

The man's eyes flickered briefly over her features as though attempting to connect the woman before him with the creature she had been moments ago. "A unicorn isn't exactly a common transformation." The forest breeze stirred the dark strands of hair hanging around his face. Onuris's gaze drifted away from her toward the stream, following the movement of water over smooth stones. "I've traveled with others from time to time. Merchants, mercenaries, and a few wandering folks, but roads split. Mostly alone. However, judging by the fact that you transformed from a unicorn in the middle of a forest instead of introducing yourself at a tavern, I'm willing to wager your own story is not particularly ordinary either." The afternoon light filtered through the canopy overhead, scattering gold across the creek between them. Onuris found himself unexpectedly curious; in his experience, it was usually how the most interesting stories began.

[audaciious]

Sylvi blinked slowly, her smile as soft as fresh snowfall. His hand on his weapon had not gone unnoticed; however, he had not drawn it and he did not appear to be someone she should be frightened of. Her intuition held strong as his posture appeared to relax, tension bleeding out to be carried away by the river. Her smile brightened, teeth peeking between her pink lips.

"Who's to say they're not true? Just because no one has seen them in a long time doesn't mean there aren't some roaming around out there." Now that would be a truly wondrous sight. She could imagine a whole herd of unicorns with different pelts, just like wild horses, running through grassy fields and meadows splattered with flowers of white, pink, blue, and purple. And if they could talk? Oh, what would they say?

She focused on Onuris, grounding herself so she didn't drift off in thought. So easy to do on a warm day with the creek whispering sweet nothings behind her and the sunlight streaming through the dancing leaves.

"If you'd like, I can change back and give some answers I'd think they'd reply with. I spent my youth growing up around horses and like to think I know them pretty well." At his understanding, she nodded. Zoans weren't all that common as far as she was aware, and she, herself, had never met another mythical zoan type. When he mentioned his journey and commented on how hers was probably interesting, she laughed lightly, waving her hand dismissively.

"Afraid I'll have to disappoint. It's rather ordinary. Always wanted to see the world, so I left home to do that. Been documenting what I can to show my brother whenever I find time to write him a letter." She gave him an apologetic smile. "Traveling with mercenaries sounds dangerous but exciting! Have you been traveling alone for long? It gets lonely whenever you split from traveling companions, but it's always nice meeting new ones."

[s0u1c0de]

Tynan did not like the sound of her proving to him that demons were real. That would mean he couldn't continue to pretend he didn't see shadows lurking just out of sight or that he didn't feel like he was being watched near constantly by something with evil intent. If he had proof, it would become far too real.

Yet, he couldn't tell if it was pride or morbid curiosity that got the better of him. "Prove it how?" he asked slowly, narrowing his eyes at Faye.

When she went on to explain the politics of hell to him, he felt like he was going to scream. "What? How would you even-? What are you talking about, it's not real?" In his upset, he forgot he was keeping his distance for safety and walked over to grab her wrist, looking for a hospital bracelet. "Did you escape the mental asylum or something? You sound completely delusional."

The phrasing she used when she mentioned the cult made him drop her wrist and glare at her. "It's not my cult. I was a victim of it and I want nothing to do with it now that I'm finally free of it." She'd managed to irk him enough to get him to admit the truth at least. "If squashing it means getting involved again, count me out."

While he did want the horror of it to end so no one else became a victim, he was far too terrified of getting wrapped up in it again to just agree to try and destroy it on his own. It was hard enough telling the cops what little he was able to force himself to admit when he was a kid, and then they ended up doing nothing about it. He didn't think it was possible to take the cult down.

[audaciious]

He told her to prove it, but was he actually prepared for the terrifying truth? She had noticed it was easier for people to sleep when they pretended the horrors of the truth weren't real. Were he just any other human, she might have said she was just joking and left him to continue believing his own fantasy. However, she needed him. She needed his insight on his brother, how the cult works, and the trust that he would not be tricked by their sweet lies of something better.

Faye remained calm, allowing him to approach and grab her. There was a fire hidden in his eyes. Not only that, but he had admitted to being in the cult. It was a good start despite his growing agitation.

"My apologies." She held up her hands, still smiling coolly. "No mental hospital, however, you may begin to think you're in one when I do prove this." Faye looked at the windows, searching for any onlookers from the street. With no one in sight, her glamor faded away as she lowered her hands.

Two tall horns sprouted from the sides of her head and curved up toward the sky, a thin tail with a spade tip flicked behind her, and her human toes became red, cloven hooves. Dare he look her in the eyes, he'd see round pupils had become slits. Holding her hands out to her side, she gave him a smile, waiting patiently for him to process everything.

[amused-bouche]

The fae turned to face her, his brighter red eyes barely open. While he was looking in her direction, it was rather evident he was't looking at her specifically. He simply couldn't.

"I suppose it depends on what it is?" Luxe half asked. "I am mostly blind so.... not all of the same tricks others can use work as well on me." He said as he lightly patted the folded up can he'd set on the nearest surface. "But you are more than welcome to try."

[audaciious]

"Don't worry...it'll be quick. I wanted to ask your permission first. It'd be pretty rude for me to just touch you, right?" Sylvi's voice remained light as she looked into his vibrant eyes. While he may not be able to see her, she had to take a moment to admire how striking they were against his pale complexion. She hesitated only for a moment longer, then placed one of her hands on his cheek.

A throbbing entered her head, drumming just behind her eyes. With a sigh, she placed her hand in her lap. "Any better?" She asked, feeling the dull ache in her head slowly disippate.

[wiildcr]

The concept of the supernatural lingering in old spaces was hardly new for Rayn. (In fact, if her mother’s stories were to be believed, she had something of a haunted house floating around somewhere in her maternal lineage.) And though she considered herself a skeptic, she recognized full well that not everything unseen was unreal. The dead deserved respect.

But it wasn’t the dead that had her spooked.

The snort of the horse startles her into taking a step back despite the wide berth already separating them. Old, familiar unease creeps into her bones, even after the decades. She’s older now— bigger, taller, and probably stronger than most breeds at this point. But those facts do nothing to comfort her in the face of an equine. She doesn’t like horses. And horses don’t like her. So for everyone’s safety, she’d prefer if they stayed far apart.

“Right…” she clears her throat, trying to focus back on her small notebook in hand, jotting down the basics of the report. “Around when was the last time you saw Bullseye? Do you know of anyone who would take the horse and what their reason might be? Breeding? Racing?”

[audaciious]

Turning back, Sylvi felt a small tension in the air. Rayn's posture appeared stiffer than before. The ghost? No. She didn't appear to be the type afraid of a little paranormal activity. Going over the possible changes that could have caused her unease. There was another blow of air behind her, Beeswax's gaze boring in the back of her head. Of course! It's the horse! The mare could stare intensely enough to scare off the neighbor's dogs.

"Any of those. Bullseye was a great racer. We retired him after some good runs and moved him into the breeding program. We've had several disgruntled people in the past threaten us. Mostly, the ones we rejected were because we didn't think they took care of their horses well enough. It could have been any of them." She frowned.

"Also, we can move inside the house if you'd prefer, or outside the fence. It's a nice day after all." She suggested. It'd also give her a chance to move Miss Beeswax somewhere away from the detective.

[honoredmattress]

[fallesto]

He watched her rise, finding amusement in the way her legs unfolded like those of a newborn fawn, wobbly and lacking in grace. Her hooves sank into the moist earth, leaving crescent-shaped impressions that quickly filled with dew. He snorted, a plume of steam escaping his nostrils in the brisk morning air. "It’s like watching a tipsy noble attempt a waltz," he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone. The words faded into the mist between them, completely harmless.

"Ugh, still feeling sleepy."

Gradually, he stretched his neck with a yawn that cracked his jaw, his vertebrae popping like a series of firecrackers. "River first," he grumbled, shaking pollen from his mane. "Unless you prefer sipping dew like some oversized butterfly." His tail flicked dismissively at a cluster of trembling droplets clinging to a spiderweb.

Then, his hooves found the rhythm first, not the brisk, determined stride of a knight on duty, but something more relaxed, a rolling gait that covered the distance without haste. The dew-laden grass flattened beneath him, springing back in his wake like whispered secrets. He sensed Sylvi matching his pace after a few clumsy steps, her longer legs adapting to the subtle undulations of the terrain. He didn’t turn to look back, but his ears swiveled like satellite dishes, picking up every shift of her weight, every snort of effort.

The river made its presence known long before they laid eyes on it, a metallic tang in the air, the earth sloping downward as if bowing to a greater force. Killingham's nostrils flared as they broke through the final curtain of reeds. The water was broader than he remembered, its surface fractured by boulders smoothed like ancient bones. Sunlight danced on the rapids, transforming them into liquid mercury.

"Drink," he commanded, his tone more authoritative than inviting. His throat ached with thirst as he bent down, the water shockingly cold against his lips. It carried the essence of mountain snow and the minerals it had absorbed from the earth below. It was nothing like the refined champagne of Mariejois.

"Eat."

The grass along the riverbank was lush and sweet, untouched by the island's hidden predators. So he tore into it with a surprising precision, his teeth had transformed from tools of intimidation into instruments of survival. Each blade released a burst of juice on his tongue, vibrant with chlorophyll and a hint of bitterness. They needed the energy for the journey ahead; this island was vast, but he had charted its entirety.

"I’ll give you a tour first; escaping will be challenging, you see, we lack hands, mostly thumbs, so gripping or holding anything is difficult. Controlling a ship will be a challenge; others have tried and failed. But I refuse to accept failure, so together, yes... we can escape."

[audaciious]

"I don't normally get up so early," Sylvi admitted, sleep still clinging to her long eyelashes like the morning dew. She followed him, counting the beats of their hooves on the soft soil until they formed a calming song. The world around them seemed to sing, birds chiming in with early morning tweets, the babble of the river as they approached, and the last few encore of chirps from the crickets.

She took in the crisp air, breathing in deeply enough to fill her lungs. A cloud of mist poured from her nostrils when she exhaled, trailing around her like a dragon holding its fiery breath in. She snorted softly, overgrown brush reaching up to tickle her nostrils and softly caress her legs and underbelly.

Joining him at the river, her ears swiveled around, listening for any disturbances. Besides a bird taking flight, wings hitting the leaves of trees it fluttered through, everything seemed to be safe. She waded in until the water engulfed her hooves, the coolness aiding in fighting off the rest of her drowsiness. Drinking, Sylvi scanned the shimmering surface of the water, spotting small fish darting through the reeds. Larger fish, further out, gulped at the surface; swarms of minuscule insects dancing on the surface disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With her thirst quenched, she followed his next command, feeding on the luscious plants growing in the riverbed. Peculiar how something that may have been so bland as a human was surprisingly sweet with a bitterness that wasn't all unpleasant. A school of minnows swam around her hooves, using her shadow for shelter as she continued feeding until Killingham spoke again.

"How far do you think we'll have to go before we transform back?" Sylvi walked out of the river, water sloshing around her and sending the minows scattering. Swishing her tail, she smacked a biting fly the moment it landed on her flank. The muscles in her shoulders shivered as another insect landed on her.

"I'm sure we'll be able to figure it out. Hardest part is just getting the ship." She did her best to smile in this form. It would be nice to change back and have the ability to smack the bugs that kept trying to bite into her flesh. Her tail just wasn't quite quick enough for the pests. She was also curious to see what her strange new friend looked like. With how he gave commands, she had to imagine he was likely in the Marines or a captain, or something.

[fedua1era]

@audaciious

Across the frostbitten stretch of land, where snow never truly melted but merely shifted its shape from ice to mist and back again, his herd carved out their dominion. Horns cracked like old bone, eyes dimmed into unnatural hues, breath steaming in slow, controlled rhythm as if even exhalation required permission from something higher than instinct. Hyoga stood apart from them all as he was the largest of the group and bulkiest. Clearly made for this climate compared to the rest of the herd, which was more feeble and skinny. He used his powers to create a special barrier around them, which blocked out the cold and kept in the warmth, as most of the unicorns were meant for forests or warmer climates.

His gaze shifted first because he felt it, and the herd noticed it a heartbeat later as ears twitched, bodies tightening, frost crunching beneath hooves as tension rippled through them like an unspoken warning. Hyoga’s breath slowed. The air itself felt different where the anomaly stood, as if the cold bent around it instead of biting into it. Between the skeletal trees and drifting snow haze, it appeared, a unicorn, not one of his herd members. Its coat held a pale sheen like moonlight pressed into flesh, untouched by the corruption that marked everything in this world. The horn spiraled upward with a quiet confidence, too elegant to belong in a place like this. Even its stillness felt deliberate, as though it had chosen this terrain rather than simply wandered into it.

Hyoga did not move immediately as he simply observed. The herd shifted behind him, restless, some lowering their heads in instinctive hostility. One of them snorted, but Hyoga’s silence cut through it like a blade sheathed in ice. The unicorn stepped once into their territory and into the barrier that was created to keep out the cold. The stallion began to walk forward. Each step pressed the snow down into glassy sheets, the ground reacting as though reluctant to bear his weight. The air around his body shimmered faintly, the residue of his magic lingering even in rest. Anything careless enough to touch him would not remain as it was for long. He stopped a few paces away, close enough now that the silence between them felt structured, almost ritualistic. The herd behind him held their breath without meaning to. Hyoga tilted his head slightly.

“You are not lost,” he concluded at last, voice low and flat like ice cracking beneath pressure. For a long moment, nothing happened before Hyoga exhaled slowly, as if deciding something he had already known from the moment he first felt her presence disturb the cold. “You may stay.” His eyes narrowed faintly, frost gathering along the edges of his breath. “I will accept you, as part of the herd. If you refuse, then leave before I make you.” Hyoga continued, as though granting a law rather than an invitation. The snow seemed to settle differently after that, like the world itself had acknowledged a new, fragile imbalance forming within the cold dominion he ruled.

[audaciious]

The wind howled around her. Large fluffy snowflakes twirled and danced in the air and caught on her white pelt. Were it not for her colorful mane, she might've blended in completely. A thin blanket of ice cracked and fell around her as she trembled. However, it wasn't from the cold. She found herself enjoying the frigid temperatures — a nice change from where she was from. It was unusual for unicorns to travel through wintry lands, her own herd preferring forests and grasslands. It was an insatiable wanderlust that had brought her this far from home. Her only complaint during her journey was the lack of companionship. Wild horses were wary of her large horn, quick to bolt, and other unicorns, let alone herds, had been all but impossible to find.

Drawing her eyes from the barren trees sprouting around her, offering little shelter from the increasing wind, she paused. Her head lifted, ears flicking forward. Ahead, something shimmered between the churning flakes. She stared, taking in the large unicorn that stood behind a group of others, huddled together. Her eyes widened, another shiver shedding a new layer of ice from her. This time, excitement. She took a step forward, sensing the tension from the herd. It was to be expected. She was a stranger after all. Sylvi waited patiently as the closest unicorn approached her, somehow growing even more impressive the closer he came.

"Hello," she greeted him, bowing her head. He'd been kind enough not to initiate an attack or try to chase her off. On the contrary, he had just taken her in. A short silence wrapped around her as she weighed the options: Join his herd, who already seemed hesitant and standoffish, and be protected from the cold while having company or continue on her lonely path. Surely she'd be able to leave if she really wanted to at a later time, right? Right! It'd be nice to make new friends. It'd been so long.

"Thank you." Again, she bowed her head. "I didn't expect to find others out in this snowstorm, let alone another herd of unicorns. Is this your territory or are you just passing through? I fear there is not much food the way I've come." Sylvi walked toward him, the snow barely giving under the weight of her hooves.

[amused-bouche]

"Aye, would be..." Quinn nodded along. He didn't know this couple from Adam, but it would be best if he sympathized anyway. Was a shame an old couple had to run a store at their age in any case. "...would be."

"Ah, m' not so nice." He chuckled, again waving off the remark. "Just didn' steal, didn' I? That's a low bar, lass." He put a free hand on his hip, the other hand still full with the beef jerky and canned energy drink.

"No rush, jus' didn' feel like cookin' really." He grinned. "But I tell ya this, you don' gotta by me nothin'..." He pursed his lips. "Sure would like the company though, waddya say ta that?" He held out his free hand. "Name's Quinn." He gave the smaller woman a large, toothy smile.

[audaciious]

"It could be a high bar for a kleptomaniac," Sylvi replied. He was only proving that he was a good guy. He may not agree, but already she was reading his relaxed body language and his warm eyes. There was kindness blending with something wild, like a warm summer breeze that whipped your hair around carelessly.

While she hoped he wasn't denying her request in fear of owing her a favor or a meal, she did like the idea of having company. With slow nods, she held out her hand.

"I'll agree to that. It's a pleasure to meet you Quinn. I'm Sylvi, but people tend to call me just Syl or Vee. If you like, I can at least buy those items for you. She used her other hand to point at the energy drink and beef jerky.

[drops-of-universe]

"maybe the problem is you" oh the problem is definitely me, next question

[niightwcves]

His attention flicks towards the approaching figure, resting frown eases somewhat as he recognizes the face from the voice coming in. Hitting the nail on the head ( with ever that unease resting in his chest from events past ), Paulie nods as he waves off the dock workers to go do their tasks. The new role had started to fit more snuggly in his repertoire, but there are certainly days he wishes he could stay out in beaming sunlight, shaving away wood to a perfect smoothness, or hoisting the masts right where they need to be.

" Somethin' like that, yeah. Tryin' to beat last year's performance and we're cuttin' it close to put it lightly. Not that it's that big a'deal, but we had some pretty big shoes to fill. " Hand reaches out forward for the papers, starting to flip through the most concerning individual. With a click of a tongue, his eyes rest upon the figure in question. " Piece a' shit he is if he's doin' that. " Faye had a point. A quick investgation & a lingering eye after the work was done seemed imminent. " Y'remember which dock this is ? Might take a walk over there myself if they're working on it in the next day or so. They new or have they been here for a bit already ? " He could likely answer his own questions by reading through it, but since she was here...

The more he flips through these, the more he wonders how she obtains this information as if with ease. " Thorough as ever. There's no denyin' you're good at what you do. An' willing to do it here is certainly appreciated. " If not by him, then certainly the man in charge of all of this.

[audaciious]

When he took the papers, Faye moved her hands behind her back and grabbed her wrist. The sun felt good on her skin, easing the tension in her shoulders. A light, lethargic cape rested over her as she watched the subtle changes in his expression as he flipped through the papers.

"Indeed. I think we'd be doin' a service to the world if we dealt with him," she nodded more to herself than him. "Dock three. He was in two, but he claimed the shipwrights there were bein' rude and stealin' some of their stuff and requested to be moved. If you ask me, I think they were kinda of suspectin' somethin' was up. I haven't had a chance to double-check, but I also believe one of them may have seen his men following lone young men and women around to their homes."

His praise sparked a restlessness in her similar to a dog being told they had been good. The tip of her tail wagged as her lips slowly peeled back into a pleased grin. "It was my pleasure! It's nice to be able to help such an open and friendly place. If you'd like, I can accompany you to the other dock. I can at least point out the man or we could investigate the ship. I'd know spots captives are typically hidden, but you'd be able to spot subtle things with the design of the ship that'd stick out for hidden cargo holds."

[fallesto]

He yawned, stretching his long neck with a series of audible pops. The dream had been scrumptious, something about molten chocolate flowing over a mountain of strawberries while a choir of captive musicians played a lullaby that was completely out of tune. He blinked slowly, his golden eyes adjusting to the dimming light. The ship was already docking, the rhythmic thud of ropes hitting the pier below punctuating the air. They had arrived.

He opened his eyes lazily. Already here? Ugh. The cliffs of his homeland towered above, their jagged edges slicing into the twilight sky like the teeth of some ancient creature. His neck creaked as he straightened it, the joints protesting after hours of unnatural stillness. The ship had docked, or rather, his shadow puppets had maneuvered it into place before dissolving, and now the pier lay before them, slick with evening mist and the lingering scent of low tide.

Against all odds, he lurched forward like a marionette with half its strings severed, his legs carrying him off the ship while his head swung in lazy, pendulous arcs. His neck bent at impossible angles, first tilting left until his ear nearly brushed his shoulder, then swaying right so sharply that his horn scraped the deck with a metallic screech. The bubble around his head fogged with each snore, then cleared when his breath hitched mid-snort.

"Zzzz, mmph, zzzzz."

One heel caught on a coiled rope, but instead of tumbling, his body twisted mid-fall, his tail whipping out like a counterbalance as his boot somehow found purchase again. He took three more steps without waking, his cravat now thoroughly wrinkled from where it had snagged on a protruding nail.

"Zzzz, mmph, zzzzz."

The dock was filled with the pungent odor of decaying fish and dampness. The wooden planks creaked beneath his uneven gait as he wandered toward the shore, his trench coat billowing open to reveal a metallic glimmer hidden within, perhaps a collar or another horn. Behind him, the cages clattered as shadowy figures emerged just long enough to unload them, their silhouettes vanishing like mist the instant their hands left the iron bars.

"Zzzz, mmph, zzzzz."

His snores echoed through the dockyard, a deep rumble that sent seagulls fleeing from nearby rooftops. His neck had twisted into an impossible spiral, the vertebrae stretching like warm taffy until his chin nearly grazed the small of his back. The disks of his respirator fogged with each breath, forming a pulsing halo of condensation around his drooping head. A dockworker halted mid-stride, a crate of salted cod slipping from his grasp as the World Noble's tail suddenly twitched, not to the left or right, but in a perfect clockwise motion, stirring up clouds of dust like a tipsy compass needle. As dream bubbles floated above him, releasing tiny dark creatures to carry out tasks in his stead while he slumbered, the little monsters seized his newest slave, tugging her along to ensure she reached her destination.

[audaciious]

Sylvi stared at the docks, lined with empty cages, some for catching sea life and others for holding captives of all sizes. It was disheartening. Her chest felt tight as if it were collapsing in on itself, bones folding like rolls of fabric until she felt nothing.

A few collared individuals staggered across the creaking boards, carrying crates that were far too large for them to carry alone. Marines near the stone port watched on, guns glinting in the light. Glancing to Killingham, she watched the dark creatures rain from the writhing clouds.

Scurrying onto the ship like faceless demons, Sylvi watched as they gathered the cages and hauled them off. The occupants of the cages still dreamed on, some twitching and murmuring in their sleep, but mostly unaware. They were lucky.

A pressure against the back of her legs urged her forward. At first, she resisted, the dock looking more like a final walk before a guillotine than a place for ships to unload their cargo.

"Are you taking all of them with you?" She asked. Several of the cages had been placed near the marines, standing like sentinels. Their grave expressions might as well have been carved from stone with how little they revealed. What horrors could they have witnessed to shape them into statues? She didn't want to know. Drawing her eyes away from them, she looked up at the red cliffs that clawed up to the heavens, piercing thick clouds to some unknown world.

[amused-bouche]

"Oh ho ho~, I like the way ya think, lass." The fire wielder near giggled. "Don' need him ruinin' the night, no~. Cops r' no fun when they get called. Mmm mm."

While he didn't need to, it was fun to make a show of it for the lovely lady. He held his hand, palm up, giving it a little wave as he wiggled his fingers.

The man Faye had pointed out began to wiggle uncomfortably in his seat, patting at his ass as it began to overheat. "Yow... What the..." He suddenly sprang up with a shriek when he started to notice the smoke. "OW! SONNOVA BITCH!" There was a bright burning hole in the ass of his quite literally flaming pants.

Quinn couldn't help but howl with laughter as the guy danced around trying to put it out. Some dumbass was stupid enough to throw his glass of alcohol on it, which only made it worse. "What fuckin' morons!" He snorted, holding onto Faye so he didn't fall out of his seat as he wheezed.

[audaciious]

Watching eagerly, Faye covered her lips, eyes darting from Quinn to the man. As soon as he began to squirm, she tightened her hand to her face. However, the moment he sprang forth like a jack in the box, she burst into a fit of giggles, her hand slamming on the counter, nearly knocking her half-empty glass over.

Others in the bar chuckled and a few even tried to help. However, things quickly got out of control as a glass of vodka tonic instead of water was thrown on the man. Those close to the man jumped back, trying to avoid the flames.

"Talk about gettin' a fire under his ass!" Faye burst out laughing, clinging onto the bar for dear life as they both wheezed between fits of laughter. The bartender, having grabbed a fire extinguisher from under the bar, jumped the counter and started hosing the man down in a white foam. The flames had eaten through his shorts and underwear, leaving a large hole where his cheeks, somehow unscathed, peeked through. This only made Faye laugh harder, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, leaving smears of her mascara.

[vvindicated]

— INDIE. UNAFFILIATED. DOL-based "pc" named Eris Montero.

horror focused. OK with smut & dead dove themes. 21+ mutuals only. rules and character information are in the pinned! oc & canon friendly, AUs to be added as the blog goes. "DOL" is a heavily triggering sex sim with a lot of underlying cult + paranormal themes. dark topics are to be expected on this blog - please follow or block as needed. rp partner's comfort will always be taken into account first n foremost.

[audaciious]

My artfight attack on @vendettavalor of Daisy.

[weltschmerzzauberer]

Most people would have found his melancholy to be rather miserable to be around. He'd encountered accusations of his tone being downtrodden, and his appearance being off-putting back when the wizard had found refuge in back alleys and dingey jail cells. It had become commonplace for Caleb to avoid interacting with people because of the dirt which covered him and his purposefully unpleasant attitude, a useful cover to hide from his enemies which Faye only seemed to see as a challenge.

A lack of warmth to her company is met with laughter and smiles, an absence of disgust at the transmuter's appearance instead being countered with kindness and an attempt at understanding. It's curious, someone actually wanting to speak to him at length, an oddity the copper-haired man did not account for. And yet, Caleb is not as against it as he thought he would be.

In spite of himself pale blue eyes go from focusing on fretting with his bedroll to locking onto the tiefling's stare, offering Faye his full attention as the mage moved to sit cross-legged on his spot listening intently to the set-up of her joke. "Well, why did the thief mug the bard?"

[audaciious]

Whether he was simply humoring her to get her to eventually leave or slowly beginning to warm up to her, Faye didn't know. Nor did she care for that matter. He was giving her his attention, which was more than she could have asked for. Her eager eyes followed the slouching man as he managed to crumple even more on himself as he sat on his bedroll. Her tail wagged in anticipation like a dog's waiting for its owner to walk through the front door.

"So he could take his lute!" Faye beamed, her elongated canines gleaming in the dimming light. Crossing her legs, she placed her hands on her legs and leaned forward as though it'd get the punchline the closer she was. It was one of her better jokes. Drunken patrons had found it humorous, their laughs boisterous as they filled the bar. Hard smacks on her back from a barbarian or fighter sometimes knocked the wind from her lungs. If she could just see the corner of his lip twitch it'd be a win.