muffled

make some noise. Affiliated with Stella City.

[stellacity-blog]

hey are there taxes in stella city?

[ Image: a mod pushing their face into their hands with a sigh. ]

Yes. Buckle up children, because a certain corn cob asked and that means I have to file another divorce. (And before you ask: yes, taxes will be paid over the lawyer fees. Let’s make this as complicated as possible.)

An extra note: You do not have to read all of this or study it for your roleplay endeavors. It is extra information. It might not apply to your muses and even if it did, we are not going to enforce it onto anyone. Feel free to read if you are interested though!

Types of taxes;

Value Added Tax (VAT)

Income Tax

Have fun! And please don’t ask further questions about this subject. This is the most I’m ever willing to write about a fictional economic situation.

♈ aries

[c4keen-blog]

sunablaze:

     « ☀️ » : “helloooo? is anyone in here?” the prince had wandered into a small store that he spotted while doing his daily exploring, seeing a sign that stated something about jewelry. as an indian prince, accessorizing with as much gold jewelry as he can is a must to show his royalty! he’s missing so much of it since he got here.

You look up from your tidying when your cuff buzzes, signifying someone’s entered the shop. You wander up, rag in hand, catching the tail end of that sentence --anyone in here?  Well, yes, so you raise a hand. 

“‘Sup.” You would try to be more professional, but honestly... If your prospective customer gets upset about your language, then they’re probably not going to enjoy the rest of the experience, either. You shoot the-- huh, male-presenting, long, shiny hair, a well-cut suit, dark skin and the shine of rich gold in the dim light of the shop. Young, too. Man, he’s good-looking. What’s with all these god-damn striking people in this city? You’re feeling out of place with your ragged bob and freckles.

Anyway, so you give him a smile. “Welcome to Adarna’s. What can I do you for?”

[c4keen-blog]

satanasokumura:

   It seemed that even in his long absence, this city hadn’t lost its quirky flare. By quirky flare he meant the ‘on duty’ sheep and the… was that a person? Golden hair sparked Rin’s interest and slowly he wondered forwards, curiosity getting the better of him. Creeping over, Rin squatted beside the sleeping figure for a moment, mentally going through his possible options. 

   Tail waving behind him, Rin had decided on the more… mischevous option. Rubbing his hands together quietly, he balanced himself right before he did the worst thing possible, he screamed. Right in front of their sleeping figure. 

The scream rings through the air. It would wake the dead, certainly. Certainly anyone trying to get a nice nap.

...If that person could hear, that is. Unfortunately, Keen remains deaf as they have been since their mutilation as a baby. They do emit a slight snore, though.

However, that on-duty sheep doesn’t look too pleased. Better run, Rin!

[c4keen-blog]

moonstudentmagus:

She didn’t expect the person to recognize her, nor did she expected to be compliment her hair. And…they thought she was cute?? Saber and Caster both called her cute too, but it was still a compliment she was not used to. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice her blush.

Didn’t…see? Were something wrong with their ears? On a closer look, now that they’ve sat up…right. She understood exactly what they meant. Best not to stare.

“I apologized for stepping on you, as I didn’t see you or your wooly friend laying there. I was also wondering if you were OK, both out of me stepping on you and you falling asleep riverside.” She turned to glance at the river. “Though I have to admit, it is a relaxing view, lack of actual rainbows aside.”

“Going back to what you just said, have we met before?” Something about the person did seem faintly familiar to Hakuno too. Maybe if they had flowers in their hair?

“Oh, I’m fine. Didn’t feel a thing. Abs’re stronger’n that.” You flap a hand dismissively, and scooch forward to give the sheep a bit more space. “Uh, actually I just closed the shop up early? Went for an early dinner, and I guess it was peaceful, so....” You shrug and stretch. “I don’t actually know this sheep,” You admit. “Just happened to look really comfy. That’s probably illegal, actually...”

“If we met...” You tilt your head and consider. “I guess not? Think I might have saw you when everyone was handing out flowers for some reason though. But never officially.” 

You stand to offer her a callused hand. Standing, you’re a bit taller than she is. Bit refreshing, after being around so many skyscrapers. “’Name’s Keen.”

[c4keen-blog]

rxnjinguji:

     Although he had yet to grow comfortable with his living and work arrangements, Ren had no choice but to press on in this new city utilize his talents, and hope for the best in returning home. Work in particular called for a bit of effort on his end. As an experienced actor he is quite aware of the tremendous amount of flexibility required on set… however, he does draw a line on carrying heavy equipment and his maiden through a ring of fire that chaotic.

     Whether or not the team were properly prepared, there were many complications on the set involving that fire. While he wasn’t particularly thrilled about wearing his armor during his break (his attendant insisted on not removing the thing since she was positive this situation would be resolved quickly) this granted him some time to reflect on his earlier conversation with another employee.

Somewhere between the lunch tent and the break room was Ren, with a hand supporting his visage and blue eyes fixated on the figure approaching. 

     Oh… did they fix the issue already? 

God save you from amateurs, honestly. Like, you don’t expect everyone to train with explosives to the point that you do, but like, these people do this for a living. You’d think they could handle instructions more complicated than black wire to black wire and neutral to neutral, but apparently not, because you had a blaze to contend with, and now you get to tell the idol-- celebrity-- singer, medieval reenactor, you don’t even know-- the bad news. Maybe they looked at your deafness and thought at least you wouldn’t hear when he yelled at you, or something.

He-- doesn’t seem like the type to yell. You certainly don’t understand what he has on, but that’s neither here nor there-- he has a cool blue gaze, and he’s watching you, and it makes you pause. You thought from a casual glance that there was something of the hothouse flower in him, but you’re suddenly unsure.

You shake it off. Business.

“Uh, hey. You’re the client, right?” You don’t wait for an answer. He has that sort of fine-edged look that comes from doing this sort of stuff for a living, a sculpted jaw and perfect nails and expensive hair. “So, the fire’s out, but we have another problem.”

You shove your gritty hands deep in your pockets, touching the crimson and adriatic guns for support. “Speaker’s dead. It’s burnt out. They’re bringing in another one, they told me to tell you, but it’ll take a while, so if you wanna take off the--” You jerk your head in the direction of the armour in lieu of a better word “-- that, you can. Or leave it on, if it makes you feel better, I dunno. Up to you.”

Autumn, it strikes you suddenly. Or a sunset. There’s a sort of warmth to him, a relaxed feeling, that you were missing before. Something about him still makes you feel edgy, for some reason-- probably because he has the look of an expensive piece of art and you are fully aware that you are gritty with ash and oil and dressed like a rainbow puked on you, but who knows-- but there’s an air about him you think would make people feel at ease. A summer sunset, that’s it. A breeze coming in over the water and people smiling.

You let out a breath. “Are you hurt? From the fire?”

[solaignemmagi]

Familiarity in a sea of uncertainty (closed - Keen)

[c4keen-blog]

solaignemmagi:

Red eyes somewhat hidden under thick spectacles and an even thicker-brim of his hat, watching folk at this fancy dance: he felt exceedingly nervous. There was barely anybody he knew here, though he constantly scanned the crowd for them to no avail. Not that he would have been able to spy anyone in this throng of people, even with his height.

Not only that, he distinctly felt like he didn’t belong here at all: though he’d managed to procure a suit, the fact he refused to take his mother’s hat to him off even in it made him stand out - he felt out of place. He knew he couldn’t leave and run away, because he had to be here for his friends who might need encouragement: but he shook and quivered terribly.

It was a conflict of feelings: he wanted to talk to someone; not feel as alone in this mess, but he was too shy to know where to start, and socially awkward. So he simply stood in the furthest corner of the room he could, looking on at the happy people dancing with a silent wish of longing that he could be that bold to dance in front of so many.

“….”

Though, he was unaware someone had seen the display…

You don’t actually know why you’ve come to this fancy shindig-- well, you do, really. You might not have come to any of these kinds of things except to do crimes or whatever before, but-- it’s lovely, that’s all. The lady in charge is a flower-shop owner, and you can believe it-- it echoes what you’ve seen all around this city, a sort of softness and a delicate glamour that’s miles away from the rich and practical green of the agricultural district you grew up in.

Well, you’re a criminal, so you fake it, cause that’s what you do-- you got a dope outfit and a glass of champagne and a grin so wide you could take a bite out of someone and look just fine. 

Even so, you got your HUD on and it’s trying to tell you what way too many people are saying, so you laugh at whatever that latest one is trying to say-- meaningless white noise-- tip your hat at him, and duck away to get your breath back. Under your oversized men’s blazer, your crimson and adriatic guns are banging against your ribs. You’ll have to strap them down or something later. You obviously did not buckle this shoulder harness right.

You fetch up like some sort of-- party driftwood against a wall, braced next to a-- man, you think, you chance a glance. Really tall, reed-thin-- you think of a crane, suddenly, braced against the wind. You can feel your face twist in sympathy, because he has the light, quick ink-stained hands of a scholar, and they’re shaking, minutely. 

You tap his-- arm, to get his attention. You’re not short, but honestly, these people are just skyscrapers. You have no idea of the music volume-- you can only tell via vibration-- but you half-shout anyway. “Hey, you need to step outside for a minute?”

[c4keen-blog]

ok so my tag has been malfunctioning, bc this is a functioning website

@rxnjinguji and also yomi, @solaignemmagi, i JUST found your starters and please forgive me for like, everything. if there’s anyone else that i have missed d/t this, please shout me, im sad

[c4keen-blog]

moonstudentmagus:

She simply wanted to go out for dinner for a change instead of relying on scrapping by with store bought food and what passed for a kitchen at the Moonpie Motel. Perhaps the exquisite service at the ball had spoiled her? Whatever the reason, she wanted to spend the sunset in peace surrounded by warm faces.

So it definitely wasn’t in the plans for today to step on something firm yet soft (did that make sense?). A grunt and a quick look down later, she realized she had stepped on someone!

“Ah! Sorry about stepping on you, I didn’t see you there!” She paused, the other person seemed to take it in stride and waved it off. They didn’t seem to want to get up, nor did the sudden commotion stir the sheep they were laying on.

“Are you alright though? it’s not every day people fall asleep next to the Rainbow River.” Which she noticed was just a normal river. It didn’t even reflect the colorful cherry blossoms or the sunset particularly clearly today either, aww.

You should probably be getting up, but-- there’s nothing wrong here, nothing making your body or your battle-sense sing out. You’ve just been stepped on by-- you pause a second to rub your eyes-- a high-school girl, and it’s not like your abs can’t take it. This girl’s a tiny little slip of a thing, and--

An oddly familiar slip of a thing, at that. You sit bolt upright.

“Hey, you’re that highschooler!” You become aware that you are pointing directly at her face. “With the hair. I’ve never looked so cute in a uniform in my life.”

Uh, whoops. She said something, didn’t she? And you totally missed it. You pause.

“Uh, sorry, could you say that again? I didn’t-- see.” 

Behind you, the sheep shifts in its sleep, grumbling.

[fcrsakenson-deactivated20170610]

“haha uh,, buddy. are you… throwing up in there?”

“Uu—uuuuu….”

A low pathetic whine sounded from the cubicle and had Souma been in a slightly better state of mind and body, he would have verbally eviscerated the other for daring to barge in on his misfortune. Alas, there were more pressing matters to be dealt with.

Mainly the fact that his breakfast was now a gross mess in the toilet and that his throat felt like it was on fire. Luckily the worst of it seemed to have passed, but Souma stayed firmly on the ground by the toilet until he was sure his stomach had settled down.

Slowly getting to his feet, wiping his mouth and flushing the toilet, the idol turned to the sink and turned on the tap and hurriedly began to rinse out his mouth and wipe his face, cheeks scarlet. How humiliating, to be caught like this..

Sighing and turning to the other finally, Souma offered them a short nod, not quite able to meet their eyes just yet.

“Thank you for the concern. I’m sorry you had to see me make such a spectacle of myself…”

[c4keen-blog]

Haha, wow, that dude– dude? He’s exceptionally pretty, and you’re not one to judge someone’s gender, considering, but uh, other things to be focusing on, currently– he doesn’t look well at all, and well, it’s not like you can really ignore the weird feeling it makes pang in your chest, under the binder.

“Uhm, I don’t really get what you mean, but….. ‘S not like you can help it.”

He looks kind of sheepish, but that’s never stopped you before– you barely hesitate before reaching up and pressing the back of your cool hand to his forehead, shifting back those bangs. He has cool, heavy hair– it reminds you of something, but hell if you can tell what it is. “You sick or something? You have somewhere to go?”

[c4keen-blog]

“....Can someone tell me what those weird people in masks said?”

“Couldn’t read their lips.”

[stellacity-blog]

It’s not just a rock… It’s The Rock! ♦

Well, you suppose it’s time to go explore the city center. When you do, you find there is another cordoned off area at Sheep Market, right in the center. There appear to be large digging machines there, paused right in the middle of whatever it was they were digging up. 

A large podium is just beside the hole that’s been dug so far, which upon closer inspection, seems to contain a huge rock. As you approach the area to get a better look at it, two mysterious figures suddenly appear on the podium!

Keep reading

[c4keen-blog]

✯♈🍀 (if I can send multiple!)

wow i answered half of this and this functioning website wiped it

ok so AGAIN texts. professionally, keen’s texts are curt and to the point-- this is the profession where they steal things and kill people, if this wasn’t clear. casually, keen texts like they talk-- casually, and with lols. emoji are systemically deployed to make people grimace at their screen.

answered the second one, the third one-- keen is androgyne and dresses like if yuri plisetsky was into neon and the scene kid aesthetic, (binders, bright colours, hoodies, baggy pants, clashy huge sneakers) so they don’t wear much jewelry! they have one specific piece, which is actually an adarna piece, the shop from before steci when it was mitra and keen and not just keen. 

it’s a cuff! skin-coloured, it’s padded comfortably and closes tight around keen’s left wrist. it’s hard to see, because it’s sculpted specifically for them. it’s engraved very discreetly, which is keen’s work-- decoratively on the outside. the cuff has a pressure sensor, which is usually paired to mitra and lanying’s bracelets, but it’s been dead since Keen got to steci, so they’ve tweaked the bracelet to vibrate whenever the buzzer on the shop counter of adarna’s in steci is pressed or the door is opened, because being deaf, they can’t hear if someone calls for service.

[c4keen-blog]

♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations?

turns neck so fast it cricks. oooh nuriko is the prettiest. hopefully she didn’t see that play it cool keen

--

outside of stella city, keen lives on the top floor of an apartment building under an assumed name with mitra (mercenary partner) and lanying (technically also mercenary partner but mostly just adopted daughter.) it is a nice place! it has a balcony where keen keeps plants and mitra is not allowed to smoke and a kitchen where mitra cooks and the only thing keen can make is coffee, and it has three bedrooms-- keen and mitra moved out of a two-bedroom place when lanying came to live with them-- and keen has the smallest bedroom, by choice. it is a dump. 

ok it’s not that bad but the bed is like.... a perpetually tangled blanket nest... and there are paints and papers everywhere and it’s dim because keen tends to be nocturnal, living with their family. keen’s an artist, so there are canvases stacked in their room, but not too much art anywhere else, except a mural that keen’s painted in mitra’s room. why mitra’s room? he’s a fucking space heater so everyone gravitates in there and also he wasn’t around to protest when they did it so nah. cat’s away, will play, etc.

AS FOR STELLA keen keeps a room at the moonpie motel for registration purposes but lives above their shop on Bucknanan St in a tiny apartment. It is a nice place made of wood but a little old, a little shabby! not that keen minds. right now it’s mostly just got a futon and a shelf, things like that, some pans and cooking stuff. what keen really wants is plants, honestly, but they haven’t had the chance to hit up margaery’s store yet. it’ll be very nice all fixed up, with plants and canvases everywhere and some lamps. (also needs curtains, oops.)

[ericbrandonrp]

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♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations? ♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? ♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers? ♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first? ♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea? ♍ any pictures on their walls? what kind/of who? ♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor? ♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms

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[c4keen-blog]

@moonstudentmagus

You come awake a bit blurrily, piece by piece. You’re not exactly sure where you are, at first, but above you, the trees make pretty, kaleidoscopic patterns in the sunset-- pale green and emerald green and flowers of peach and white and red. You are lying on something soft, and instinctively you fling your hand out, but it’s grass, and soft curls smelling like-- that scent is lanolin-- 

Oh, now you remember. The early dinner in that cute cafe, and the after-dinner walk by the riverside-- you were a bit disappointed to find that the water didn’t actually run in rainbow colours, but never mind that-- and that sheep sleeping that didn’t stir when you used it as a pillow. So, it looks like you fell asleep.

You don’t know why you woke up, though. You examine yourself and become aware of a slight twinge on your stomach, and oh, hey, it’s a schoolgirl, and she seems to be apologizing. You can’t really tell what she’s saying, because your eyes are still blurry, but you think you can catch step. Ah, so she stepped on you. Well, it happens.

You become aware that you’ve been quiet for too long. You hold up your hand to forestall her-- hey, look at that, it was already up, when you reached for the floral canopy. So okay, you move your hand.

“Oi, oi, ‘s okay. It--- happens,” and there you go, interrupted by a huge yawn. Did you dream? You don’t remember. “My fault for sleeping here, you didn’t do a thing.” 

Are you supposed to sit up? You decide against it.

[c4keen-blog]

freelanceragentwashingtub:

A smile flashed on Washington’s face, “Nice to meet you, Keen. My name is Washington, but you can call me Wash if you want.” Although he liked talking to her, he could feel a slight strain in his arms. His helmet was always a lot heavier than he thought it was. He scratched his chin, noting that he should probably shave soon. His stubble was itchy.

“A jewelry and weapons shop? That’s pretty cool,” in the back of his mind, he thought that it was a weird combination of things to have in a store. Was it maybe like a pawn shop?

His eyebrows shot up when Keen offered to engrave his badge on his chastplate. “Please don’t feel like you have to,” he said, “but if you want to, I’ll take you up on it. It would probably would make me look more professional.”

You spare a moment to be grateful he didn’t ask for a last name, cause you don’t know what you would have told him. Ohh, i don’t got one, you see, this is just a nickname i picked up in prison. Somehow you don’t feel like that would go over so great. “Ha, thanks.” You are never in your life probably going to refer to a police officer that casually, but sure, it’s a nice gesture from this guy.

“‘S my specialties, so...” You shrug, and refocus on his mouth to read what he’s saying. Distantly, you note that he’s not all that bad-looking, what you can see of him, anyway. He looks a bit hard-used, and you like that-- he’s not gonna keel over and break any second, clearly.

Well, engraving his chestplate won’t make him look any less professional, certainly. You refrain from saying it, but realise too late it’s probably written all over your face, anyway. Oops. You disguise it by shrugging.

“Don’t mind. You can come now, or whenever. Adarna’s, that’s the name. I’m the only one there, so just drop by.” You are struck by a thought. “You gotta different chestplate for when you’re off-duty?”

[c4keen-blog]

amongtheearth:

Well…they supposed that made sense. Some genuinely seemed to enjoy it, even if others tried to hide. Perhaps it would be possible to show them it was alright..? But then again, Enkidu themselves didn’t seem particularly eager.

Though they had been civilized once. 

The Lancer furrowed their brow, as if carefully debating the other’s words. Something to swear on…what did they currently have in their possession? Not much, all things considered. Closing their eyes, they let out a soft hum.

“Perhaps, we could swear upon life itself?” They suggested as they opened their eyes once more. “It might seem a bit drastic, I suppose, but there is nothing more precious to me than nature, than life.”

You are like eighty percent sure you are giving this guy the eyebrow to end all eyebrows. But hey-- it’s not like trust is an easy commodity or whatever, so you suppose it makes sense. You shrug.

“‘S fine by me.” Blood is life, so.... You nick your finger on your fang, and you hold it out to them. 

“Swear on life itself that you don’t need to be scared of baths.”

You smile at him, small and crooked.

“Promise.”