Don't give up

Vishnal , 22 Dual Fencer / Dancer Pelago Islands 7915g

[memories]

In my next life I will be reborn as #wah.

[memories]

I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @forte-days-and-knights is a good person and deserves many good things.

[thepelagoislands]

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[butlerpower]

Merci Beaucoup |

[butlerpower]

forte-days-and-knights‌:

It took her a second to fully process what he said. Was he seriously considering joining the force? Why wouldn’t he just join the Leudan police? They probably needed people, as well. Did he really want to ferry between the islands for that? It seemed really sudden!

The only thing she really knew about him, anyways, was that she had to run him off a battlefield years ago. How would he fare in situations here? Not that Arcadia was anything like the death riddled battlefields between Norad and the Sechs Empire. Maybe he would be fine, but she might feel bad throwing him into a dangerous career after helping him escape such a dangerous place so many years ago.

“If you are serious about that,” she hesitated, “there are openings here. You would have to travel for the job, though. Perhaps you might speak to the chief of police in Leuda to see if they have openings?”

She wasn't sure how he might respond, but mention of the fighting at the masquerade ball made her nose twitch, lip curling up slightly, sending her into an entirely different train of thought. With a sharp huff, she crossed her arms, “tch-there was. For show, or not, it was a shameful display-,” a thought struck here like lightning, hoping she hadn’t given herself away she waved a hand in front of her, “at least, that is what I was told!”

Crisis averted, she relaxed at the shoulders and stood at ease, “though I am glad to hear you at least were given an apology.”

What ruffians they had been! To think, someone would act like that at such a social engagement. Dancing was supposed to be about class, and elegance. Not about scaring everyone around them! Her blood boiled just thinking about it, but the flash of Vishnal’s weapon snapped her out of it, forcing her to take a step back.

She quirked an eyebrow when he called dueling romantic. How many duels had she partaken in? Were any of them romantic? At least some of her adversaries had been attractive, though she would never admit it… but romantic? Would she even know what romantic looked like? Probably not.

“An actual duel may disappoint you in that regard,” a light sigh escaped her, “but if you are ever in need of a training partner, I would be more than happy to assist you. Though, perhaps you should sheathe that until the time comes.”

Softly speaking under his breath, Vishnal whispered with his eyes meeting hers, “For you, you are worth making the distance.” He didn’t mean those words in a strange sense, but more so in the way the man truly wanted to get to know her. Forte....fascinated him, in all lights. Just what kind of person was she?  At the very least, he knew she was a righteous one. “I believe Leuda is already in good hands, and besides- I want to--” Do good by you. “Have a reason to travel.” Get to know you. “I always liked staring out to the sea, even if I shall sink before I could ever swim.” He sheepishly laughs, knowing all too well that water and him doesn’t mix well. It was like he was the oil. Wait, that floats up right?  “Ahahaha...is that so, really?” She was so funny, how filled she was to the brim with emotions and reactions. How alive, how filled with color was she. It was all too amusing, honestly. Her expressions were quickly becoming his favorite book.

Of course, perhaps he was romanticizing his savior already. Maybe he shouldn’t do that. Nobody wants to ever be put upon a pedestal. 

“Do you think so?” Vishnal piped up, intrigued by the way she felt about dueling. “I...used to formally have training all the time. Sparring is never a bad thing I believe. Helps one become stronger, so they could...aid others.” He mysteriously smiles once more, hoping to become a man he is not. “....Actually, is that alright? To spar with you, I mean. You’re quite the strong individual already! I...I will never forget being carried over the shoulder like that with you, ahahahaha!”

[perfume-beux-deactivated2019062]

A Rough Morning {Vishnal and Klaus}

[butlerpower]

perfume-beux‌:

Klaus could have burst out laughing, in relief and pure shock as he watched his server go through so many emotions in a blink of an eye. What an interesting fellow he was. “H-honestly, it’s fine I promise.” He’d been a mess anyway after all. Which reminded him to straighten himself up, to adjust his cravat and straighten out his jacket. He may as well appear like he cared.

He probably smelled awful, and looked it too and yet this boy was so good at what he did, he’d kept a smile on his face the entire time, and not once turned his nose up. Klaus was quite frankly in awe of his ability, to do his job so well.

“You’ve not ruined anything! Thank you!”

His voice softened with a genuine smile, exhaling his breath after holding it in for so long. “That’s....such a relief, truly. I’m glad.”  And with that, he just stood there for a moment- trying to pinpoint what kind of gentleman this guy was before heading off to fetch him his order. (With no mistakes this time.) Upon his haste return, Vishnal gently places an extra set of macaroons and another beverage for the man to enjoy. “If you ever find yourself wishing to return, ask for me, alright? So I shall properly serve you the next time we meet.”

[butlerpower]

Mon chéri ||

[butlerpower]

gourmaid‌:

[ ♥ ] — She chuckles, “Yes, I suppose so! Food is an art in and of itself.”

At his question, Felicity hums. She wasn’t ashamed of her job as a food critic — not at all — but she was rather hesitant to let that information spread. It was nice flying under the radar, and being able to enjoy her personal life without having to worry about public scrutiny. Plus, people tended to grow increasingly anxious around her once they learned what her true job was, and she would hate for that to happen again.

And yet, there was something trustworthy about Vishnal… that gave her the sense that he wouldn’t end up being like most others. Still, though…

“I… like to food write.” She smiles, settling with a half-truth. “I know you said these words sounded like descriptors for a bunny, or cloud,” she refers to his earlier statement, “but that’s only because they’re in a list like this.”

Idly, she taps her pen against her notepad. “Once I weave them into a wondrous tapestry of words… a story, documenting my experience with this singular piece of cake, all of it will seem much more fitting. And gripping, hopefully!” 

Tapering off with a laugh, Felicity takes a light breath before responding to his compliment. “Thank you! I am rather fond of them, myself. I’ve actually collected quite a few, on my travels.”

He nodded to her statement. Vishnal couldn’t more agree to that. Cheers. “...Food write? “His head tilts to his side, with a smile still resting on his face. Oh how peculiar! “You know, I’ve heard many things people decide to spend their time writing about, but food wasn’t one I normally hear is a choice unless you’re some sort of chef.” He chuckles at the thought, to be frank- Vishnal had never seen the woman cook either. Perhaps she could give him some lessons one day as well. “That’s such a intelligent way to go about describing things though! Jolting them down, as if they are ideas on sticky notes...then making sensible descriptions of them later on. I must say, you’re quite the clever woman, Madame Chere.” “It’s as if....you’re writing a book.” He loved reading, really. This man would read just about anything you hand to him. (Please don’t hand him something adult rated.) “I hope to read them one day, I bet it’ll be lovely.” Honestly, he believed that. Vishnal always believed in the good of the people, and that anyone could put their mind to anything if they just apply themselves to it. “Oh you have? Perhaps we shall do an exchange on them ourselves? I...have quite the soft spot for stationary.” He lets out a chortle, and a thoughtful smile- stuck in a daze. “I like writing letters a lot-- maybe, we could be penpals? Ahahaha...Isn’t that a silly thought?”

[butlerpower]

Among the stars |  Mist & Vishnal

[butlerpower]

mistresstrupin‌:

Mist had to say, she wasn’t used to going out on dates- much less paying for them. Not that this necessarily counted as something romantic. But, well… It certainly was exciting, at any rate. Meeting a mysterious stranger… Hopefully it would turn out better than the date auction! 

Feeling her phone buzz, Mist looked down, smiling as she read the description. Adjusting her picnic basket so that it slid to the crook of her elbow, she texted back her reply.

[to “Eugine”]: Orange eh? What an excitingly bold color! In any case, I’ll be wearing blue, with a ribbon in my hair. I’m almost there, so see you soon~

When Mist finally arrived at the planetarium, it took her only a short while to identify the person she was looking for. She walked up to him, giving a friendly tap on the shoulder.

“Mr. Eugene, I presume?” 

A ribbon in their hair? How adorable.  Now Vishnal had an idea what to look for, his eyes scanned the area for anyone matching the description. And before he could find Cloud, the person tapped the man on the shoulder. Naturally, his shoulders jolted upwards by the sudden touch- but quickly calmed himself back down to face the person. 

“Ah yes, it is I! Wonderful to meet you, Cloud!” Beaming with a bright smile, the man then soon bowed politely. “Actually...my real name is Vishnal Estrella.” Well, the last name wasn’t. (But she didn’t need to know.) “It’s such a delight-- to finally had meet you without the mask.” Surprisingly, it didn’t bother the man whether Cloud’s gender was male or female. He genuinely enjoyed their company either way, and what does it matter with gender anyway? People are people, for all he’s concerned about. Handing them the bouquet, Vishnal’s head tilts to the side with a warm smile. “And may I have the pleasure of having yours?”

[sharanceflowers]

Behind the Flower

@butlerpower​ ❀

When the gentle chime of the door disturbed the peaceful silence of the quaint flower shop, Shara perked her head towards the source, noticing the blue-haired gentleman who had just walked in. A customer! Although she was eager to interact with him, she opted to stay behind the counter as he made his way inside. Leaving customers on their own seemed preferable, as ones who required assistance would usually just ask her up front.

However, with the minutes that passed, it seemed like he was having trouble on making a decision as he stood staring at their selection of flowers for quite some time. Realizing this was her cue, Shara carefully approached the man from behind.

“Do you find them pretty?” She asked, holding her hands behind her back. “Hydrangeas are a wonderful choice for gifts and decor, I believe. It’s meaning is varied among different cultures, but its elegant appearance is able to stir anyone’s heart quite easily.” 

She gave him a polite smile as she allowed their eyes to meet. “Though if you’re still having trouble deciding, I’d be more than happy to help you out, sir.”

[butlerpower]

Vishnal always liked flowers. If he had the time for it, or was physically able to do so- the man would loved to grow a garden of them. Flowers were, filled with plenty of meanings and emotions behind them all. A story for each one, some sad- some happy--

Of course, all flowers were made of love in his book. With his hands crossed behind his back, the man admires the petals of some dahlias. A pretty specimen indeed. Then his attention had directed himself towards the hydrangeas. How lovely. He wondered what did they meant- as all things have meaning. His concentration was lost, however- once someone had approached him from behind.

“Oh?”

He turns his head to greet the shopkeeper with a heartfelt smile. “They are quite beautiful indeed. I can’t help but find myself getting lost in them sometimes, haha.”  Vishnal sheepishly chuckles at the tidbit the young lady had mentioned about those flowers, curious what more she had to say about them. “Oh really? Is that so? I always wondered what exactly do some of these flowers mean-- much like roses are symbols of love and passion-- and the colors of each one could mean something else.” “Oh, um.” He laughs into his hand, cheeks flushed about the offer of assistance. Vishnal was used to be doing that the other way around- well, that was what he wanted to do anyway. “ If it’s no trouble for you.” Silly Vishnal, she works here. “Do you have any recommendations for flowers meaning remembrance? Or dearly cared for?”

[aegisshielded]

Hello, Princess | Vishnal&Frey

[butlerpower]

royalminttea‌:

Frey jolted at the man’s voice speaking to her all of the sudden, snapping her out of her daze as she looked around the cafe. Looking him over, he was sharply dressed in a butler’s uniform and wore quite the charming smile on his lips. And, what was that he had called her?

“P-Princess?!” Something about him calling her that seemed… oddly correct, yet all the same extremely embarrassing. She wasn’t a princess! She was a farmer! A simple, dirt-under-the-nails farmer! “I-I was just hoping to get some tea, actually–”

....Did she not like being called that? Well if that’s the case, Vishnal always had a back up in words that ‘ladies love to be addressed as.’ So in stride, he has a beaming smile to her request.

“It is as you wish then, my Mistress! ♥ One hot piping tea coming up~” Quickly, he scurries off before asking her the kind of flavor. Or would she like it cold? Honestly the man should had been a bit more considerate, tsk tsk. “Act~ually~ Sorry to bother you, my queen- but just what sort of tea would you like? I apologize for my negligence in not being so attentive, darling.”

[butlerpower]

Pleasant Siesta ||

[butlerpower]

anephemeralwish‌:

Clorica wasn’t expecting a bouquet with his visit, but it was a pleasant surprise. She loved flowers, all kinds, so when someone kindly gifted them to her, she couldn’t help but smile. They were soft and delicate, yet, vibrant. They flourished in all kind of conditions and it was something Clorica aspired to do as well. Could flowers be role models? If so, they were definitely Clorica’s.

“Thank you!”

She graciously accepted the bouquet from him and took a moment to smell them. Such a soft fragrance. It was comforting. His words were, too. She didn’t often think of herself in her line of work, so to think that she deserved pretty things… It was nice to hear it.

“Hmm, same as always. It’s not bad.”

And Clorica wasn’t necessarily tired either, her naps were involuntary. They came and went. She somehow often worked through them, too. It was weird, but whatever helped her kept her jobs, right? 

“How are you doing?”

“You’re very welcome.”   He hummed in turn with summer’s warmth. Clorica looked rather lovely and fitting among flowers, sort of a sleeping beauty if he said so himself. The way she pressed her nose upon them had strike such an pretty fairy tale image to mind.

“Well ‘not bad’ is definitely ten times better than ‘awful!’ or ‘dreary!’ or ‘terrifying!’ “ Vishnal chuckled,  but found that her mild mannered nature to be refreshing. A stark contrast, in comparison of how he done things, how he lived through things. “Oh, me?”  The man blinked, thinking upon how to answer that. The correct choice was always. “I’m doing well. Especially to be in such wonderful company, haha. “

“A-actually I...” He stammered a bit, stumbling to find his words. “I was wondering...” Sheepishly chuckling all the while as he scratched the back of his head. “About your other job. How is it? I actually have this silly idealization of becoming the greatest butler one day and...well, I wonder how you do it.” “That is, if you don’t mind talking about it of course.”

[butlerpower]

♥ Maid Cafe ♥

[butlerpower]

violinsnotheanswer‌:

“Here’s one for the road–” 

Mikhail ordered one Crossed Sword cupcake, one Bittersweet Hearts, one Sun butter Sunflower Cake and one Hot Milk. Well, he was not one for sweets but… he knew a couple of people were busy tolling away with the hustle and bustle. They likely hadn’t even gotten a bite of some of the exquisite food around these parts. Since he was parched, he had some of the milk and biscuits for himself. The others, he ordered to go.

And toasted to Vishnal from afa–

“Oh, how could I have forgotten?” He blinked, suddenly remembering what he was there for.

“Vishnal– thank you for your support earlier. A coin may be a coin, but it surely helps when the people you’re performing for may not actually want to hear it.” He referenced his earlier musical escapade, as he followed Ford and the young nurse around the festival to a point even he considered excessive.

Gently, he handed Vishnal a Hedgehug, from Agate’s stall– and a sealed envelope, with one satchel of turnip seeds. For the other beautiful woman, running the cafe, he left her a Pugato.

“Do enjoy your day to the best of your ability. Servers need to be served too, sometimes.”

[ -Hedgehug and Turnip Seed for @butlerpower​ ]

[ -Pugato for @gourmaid​ ]

[ -2150 G ]

Vishnal was a bit of a nerd and excitedly waved at Mikhail. It was fun to see him in action at the carnival, and he like to believe that the stars were in alignment to have everyone fall together into place. The butler wanna be really hoped for that fellow nurse and doctor can enjoy each other in love and happiness.

What a sap. “Oh? Whatever do you mean, Monsieur Weiss?”  Oh. How kind.

“Why thank you.”  The man smiled in upmost warmth, holding the pugtato close. Of course he wasn’t going to reject the packet of turnip seeds, as that would been impolite. (He could always hand it off to someone else later, someone who could make use of it. It’s never good to let your possessions own you.) “You’re...really sweet, but I’m sure you know that.” +2150

[pxstalservice]

Seed of Dissent || Doug & Vishnal

[butlerpower]

xsilverwill‌:

[🍚] — “…Thought so.” The dwarf sighs, his breath coming out in a puff of mist, as he runs a hand through his hair. A large part of him was hoping he’d be wrong about this man, that he wouldn’t have to act for the Sechs while he was here. But if their lost little prince was over here playing house in the archipelago, and they ever caught wind of it…

Then it would be Doug’s head on the chopping block, if he did nothing about it. The Sechs were ruthless.

So it all boiled down to one question: protect this guy, or himself? To the dwarf, the answer was simple. Couldn’t exactly avenge his family if he was dead. 

He shakes his head. “Those’re some pretty words you’ve got there, but it doesn’t change the fact that there are people lookin’ for you, and expecting to have you back. And, well… since you’ve confirmed who you were…” 

Slowly, Doug moves his hand, letting it linger over the hilt of his sheathed sword. His first course of action wasn’t going to be violence, of course not, but if this guy was going to be difficult…

“It’s time to come home.”

So he was that kind of solider, wasn’t he? A dog to the empire? Unfortunately there was so many people who were slaves to the emperor, blinded by their undying loyalty.  That was never serving the people, just for one man and their cause and desire for carnage and destruction.

His violet eyes peered upon those gray skies, watching his movements carefully. Vishnal wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Holding the handle of his own saber, the man took three strides back. If he wanted to battle, then so be it. And with a soft, but mysterious smile, the man finally spoke.

“.....Over my dead body.” Because there was no such thing as being alive, in a place that’s destined for pain. 

[butlerpower]

Counting his share of the bill, Vishnal was quite elated to not be under 1000g anymore. 💦 (This is what happens when you blow your money on performers, silly.) He knew whatever regular work he did from now on would just balance out his expenses at the end of the day, but this was fine. Vishnal will manage, as he always does. 6066G

[butlerpower]

♥ Maid Cafe ♥

[butlerpower]

forte-days-and-knights‌:

More familiar faces, what a treat… though, she wasn’t sure about that greeting. A faint  She knew her newest employee had a job elsewhere, she wondered if this was the kind of thing he normally did. Dress like that. Talk like that. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch given some of the things Vishnal had already said to her.

Now, had she not see the cupcakes with little swords on them, she would have simply nodded at her new employee, and the other woman running the booth and kept going. Those little cupcakes even came in chocolate too. Adorable. Swords. Delicious chocolate. She just couldn’t stop herself.

“Hello, Vishnal,” she did her best to ignore his over-the-top greeting, “may I purchase 3 vanilla cupcakes, and 3 chocolate cupcakes to go… the ones with swords?”

[-1200 G] for (6) cupcakes New total: 342,685

@butlerpower​

“ Oh mon Dieu! Ma Jeanne! Whose born to do do anything in the world! Pleasure to have you around....Are you enjoying yourself?” Oh he was over the moon that she was really here. In his element. Showing her just how dedicated he can be in his path of being the best butler ever!  “The cross swords cupcakes? Why, of course.” Quite frankly, he probably would had given them to her for free--but that wouldn’t be fair to the hard work that the person who made them. Maybe someday he could try to make her some. Well, someday if he could get that right.  “Thank you so much--” He decided to break character and just to call her by name. “Forte.” +1200g

[butlerpower]

♥ Maid Cafe ♥

[butlerpower]

lest-i-forget‌:

Lest entered the tent, looking around. Man ,everything looked so good, it was hard to decide.

“Ah, thank you,” he said at the strange greeting. “Um, can I have the Crossed Swords Cupcake in banana, please?”

[[New Total:  12,985G]] @butlerpower​

“Why of course, my prince~” Vishnal chirps happily as he hands the young man his order. +200

[butlerpower]

♥ Maid Cafe ♥

[butlerpower]

rxzberries‌:

[🐎] — As Georgia approaches this particular booth, she can’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable. The whole maid and butler trend was just something she could NOT understand or see the appeal of, and it made her feel awkward to be served and called things like ‘mistress’.

Not to mention, Felicity seemed to be running this booth, too. She was a nice girl and all, but Georgia felt very…. mixed about her, and her close relationship to Neil.

So after offering up a simple greeting to the woman, she ultimately decides to address the man instead. 

“I’d like the hot milk with honey and biscuits, the sun butter sunflower cake, annnd… the boozy chili hot chocolate, please!” For some reason, the last one kind of reminded her of Neil. Hehe.

@butlerpower

[ -1,850G ] New Balance: 224,283G

“Why of course, my mon cheri~” He recognized the girl surprisingly, she was the previous owners best friend whom she held so dear. Vishnal gladly assisted the red head and handed her the sweets and beverages. “Thank you so much~ Come again~” +1850

[butlerpower]

♥ Maid Cafe ♥

[butlerpower]

strawberrypriestess‌:

.: ♫ — Of course, a glutton foodie like herself wouldn’t pass up the only other food stall! How stupid would that be?! As she went in, she did get a bit flustered. Mistress? It was her first time in a maid cafe- or at least something like it- so she wasn’t even expecting them to call her that. Oh boy.

Covering her rosy cheeks in vain, Sonja managed to say, “May I purchase 2 hot milk sets, and have two chocolate-strawberry cakes to go?” 

… Of course, she made that cake herself, but she could indulge a little right? And get some food for Zavier as well. Nice.

previous balance. +246,135G new balance. +244,435G

″Why of course, my Mistress Sonja~ Thank you for stopping by here you know.” He says in a sing song tune with a bright smile, handing the girl her treats in pretty packages. ″Your cakes are absolutely divine.” He meant every word. +2400