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{ Closed RP Blog for Toby from Harvest Moon affiliated with HMML } "People always tell me I’m a calm person, but there are times I’m in a foul mood too. I think it’s just a matter of whether you decide to show it or not. I’d like to be able to have a smile on my face all the time." ☼ sidebar credit

[the-witchiest-princess-blog]

New Year, New Me

[the-witchiest-princess-blog]

The blonde kept her eyes on the snow above her as she heard the crunching of footsteps. She hoped they’d keep going on their way. She was never that lucky, to be honest.

Another sigh escaped her - her eyes shifted to meet him.

“… At least it’s not unbearably hot. I hate the summer. And I’m not terribly fond of animals. Or lots of sunlight. And most people stay in their homes, so I’m not bothered when I’m out doing something.”

Her last remark was a tad on the pointed side, but her heart wasn’t in it - it barely sounded sarcastic at all.

[castaline-blog]

   Though her words lacked edge, they hurt the same, and as a result the fisherman pursed his lips, reflecting carefully on what to say next. “I see...” 

  Not that he did, as Toby tried his hardest to see his best of most situations, the exact opposite of the few words this stranger had spoken to him. “I didn’t mean to be a bother -- and I apologize if I am being one... I just wanted to give my best wishes I suppose... With it being the beginning of a new year and all...”

  After he finished speaking his gaze drew down to his feet, watching the snow pile up on his boots as he stood motionless, expecting another sharp remark like the last.

[fugue-witchy-blog]

*Laughs* You humans are always afraid that I might do something terrible to you if you aren’t careful. *She takes a step towards him* 

Never understanding, you people are. I even stopped to help you, but so  it seems you do not want my help. 

*She turns to leave, glancing back over her shoulder* And here I was, someone magical that could help you with your task so much faster than any human could.

[castaline-blog]

[ Did that mean she wouldn’t? He wasn’t to keen on finding out the answer, so he planned on being careful regardless. ] H-Help...?

[ Rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, forcing a smile. ] Ah, well that would be much appreciated Miss... if the offer is still there... I mean... 

[hmcrackfessions]

[the-witchiest-princess-blog]

New Year, New Me

The Witch Princess gazed at the freshly fallen snow on the bank of a river. Yet another year had passed and she could scarcely remember how she’d spent it - and when she had realized that time had passed, she had thought it was more like a decade than a year. With a soft sigh, she scuffed her shoe against the ground, disturbing the crystallized brilliance. Her sigh conjured up a wind, and it blew the snow back into the air like a miniature snowstorm. Her gaze turned upward to follow it. “… … … … … … … …”

[castaline-blog]

   Perhaps it was the start of a new year, but that didn’t mean any new routines for Toby. He took the same trek down the river as he had many times before, fishing rod in one hand, and a serene smile on his face. 

 However, this time, there was something different. An unfamiliar figure sat near the bed of the river, and cautiously, Toby approached. “Hello...” His words were quiet at first, as he cleared his throat and continued to step forward. “I always found winter... uh... kinda lonely with the animals gone... but I guess it’s got it’s own beauty too.”

[castaline-blog]

[ She was right. It was pretty embarrassing to have misplaced such a large item, and having the stranger point it out only made it even more embarrassing. His cheeks flushed a light red as he stared to the ground. ] 

  Uh – well, I mean… [ Wait – did she say humans? ] Are… Are you saying you aren’t one of us– a human?

[fugue-witchy-blog]

*Scoffs* Do I look human to you? *She pointed out her hair and eyes and witch-like wardrobe.* I’m an all powerful witch, you fool. And once again, how did you lose your fishing rod?  

[castaline-blog]

[ He hadn’t exactly clued in before, but now that she pointed it out - quite literally - Toby noticed her silver hair and eerie orange eyes. ] Uh -- !! [ A very late panic slowly begins to set in.]

A ... a witch--?! [ But why would she be asking about his fishing rod, did she want to help him? ] 

I... I last saw it at the pond... miss... [ Blinks slowly, scared to take his eyes off her but also scared to keep staring. ]

[castaline-blog]

[ Toby/Candace ]

[un-spooling]

At the offer for a secret, Candace nodded eagerly — she did so love secrets — and she leaned in curiously, fingers twining in her fidgeting. As he talked her eyes widened in mounting surprise. Secret was right, she would have never expected to the fisherman she’d come to assume was ever-carefree with such familiar thoughts.

“I see…” 

She stared for a moment, blinking rapidly, trying to internalize this shift in her world order. Toby always seemed so relaxed and happy, but of course— who didn’t get stressed and angry, really? After a pause she ducked her head once more, smiling sheepishly, feeling a little childish for not having put that together before this moment.

“Toby..” Words failed her for a moment. She pressed on regardless. “I think— I think that’s really lovely of you.” She smiled up to him, still sheepish despite herself. “I think, though— I’d be very happy to talk if you were stressed about anything. It’s nice, sometimes, to be able to do stuff like that.. you know?”

[castaline-blog]

  After telling Candace his secret, Toby leaned back gauging her reaction. It wasn’t often that the fisherman gave up information about himself, especially nothing about his personal thoughts. But, if there was one person aside from family Toby felt he could trust with such information, it was Candace. 

  Her response only solidified that belief. Her thoughtful words causing a slight embarrassed blush to form on Toby’s cheeks. 

   “I... I think you’re right. Maybe talking would help and I.... I really do appreciate that offer Candace.” Toby wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, but, perhaps maybe it was something he should start. “And... I hope you know the same offer stands.... If you ever need someone to talk to... I’m usually around water.” His lips curled up at his own joke, forming into a real sincere smile. 

[castaline-blog]

  Uhhh… [ Pauses, perking up as he sudden remembers something awfully important. ] I think I misplaced my fishing rod. 

[fugue-witchy-blog]

*Just happened to be walking by and overhears him say this* Wait, what? How do you misplace something like that? Isn’t it pretty big? *rolls eyes* All you humans are so dumb sometimes.

[castaline-blog]

[ She was right. It was pretty embarrassing to have misplaced such a large item, and having the stranger point it out only made it even more embarrassing. His cheeks flushed a light red as he stared to the ground. ] 

  Uh -- well, I mean... [ Wait -- did she say humans? ] Are... Are you saying you aren’t one of us-- a human?

[castaline-blog]

[ ooc: hello o/ the holidays got a little hectic but now i’m just chilling so I’d love to get some more rps going on either toby or lillian! Uhh replies are gone now so I mean feel free to inbox me if you’d like to plot something?? ] 

[castaline-blog]

  Uhhh... [ Pauses, perking up as he sudden remembers something awfully important. ] I think I misplaced my fishing rod. 

[castaline-blog]

This was a gift from my uncle a year or so ago....

[castaline-blog]

[ Toby/Candace ]

[un-spooling]

“Envious?” This wasn’t a word Candace often heard in reference to herself, nor would she often consider any part of her life to be any sort of enviable— though she would be lying if she denied the brief flicker of happiness it brought her to hear those words. Maybe this was a good sign? That her choices were bringing her to better places? She could only hope that was the case.

“I dunno, Toby.. sometimes I don’t feel like I have very much energy.” She smiled to her running shoes, tucking a strand of hair behind her air idly. Even a compliment that made her feel good felt like something she had to deny, at least out loud. “Some days it’s a real drag to push myself out the door, and some days I can only manage a walk.. but if I don’t push myself, then I get all glum and gloomy sitting around the shop all day, you know?”

She glanced back up to him, her smile sincere despite her nerves. “I think I’m more envious of you.. you always seem so relaxed and happy. I’d rather start off relaxed than have to try really hard to get there..”

[castaline-blog]

   He simply nodded when she repeated the word -- it was the truth after all. He only had the drive to leave his home if it involved fishing, which granted, was often, but there wasn’t much else to his day. 

  “But you still do it.... That’s whats important. Especially with the coming winter... it’s easy to fall into a slump.” Toby was glad to hear those words -- and even though they only talked as they passed by he was proud of her. 

  This was something he heard often, not that he minded it. It was one of thew few things he took pride in. But, it wasn’t as simple as always being relaxed, and perhaps the truth was the support Candace needed to hear. “Well... about that. You wanna know a secret...? I get stressed... a lot... and sometimes I get really mad too... but letting it show just makes others stressed out too, I think. I’d rather be smiling.”

[castaline-blog]

[ Pierre / Toby ]

[pierregourmet-blog]

Pierre loved the sea. More specifically, he loved seafood. He had heard good things about how plentiful the fishing industry was in Castanet (much better than the casual ‘we have this one guy that fishes sometimes’ on the Sunshine Islands)– and since he was judging a contest just a few towns over he thought he might as well stop by before winter REALLY hit.

Taking a deep breath in he imagined what he would make. Grilled squid with lebanese pesto and meyer lemon? Shrimp toast with thai basil and quail eggs? Tostadas with a shrimp and octopus ceviche?

He was trembling with excitement just thinking about it- or was until he was just barely knocked off balance and spun around swiftly to stare in the face of a… light haired man with a fishing pole. He must be one of the fishermen!

“Oh gosh, it’s fine– it’s fine.” He tried to calm the man down with a big smile, which quickly went from genuine and sweet to a tad sly, “… but if you want to make it up me, would you catch me something to eat?”

[castaline-blog]

 Catch him something to eat? Toby paused, relieved that the man was okay, but taken back by his sudden request. Eventually he gave a slow nod which eventually turned into a respectful bow. “Hm...? Yes of course I could catch you something... Was there anything you had in mind? I could tell you whats in season if you don’t already know...” 

  “But... I’m no professional... This is more of a hobby really... But I’ll try my best.” Toby gave a hopeful smile to the stranger. It wasn’t often someone asked him for something, even fishing (since his uncle was more the go to man on that front) but Toby couldn’t deny it made him happy

   “I’m Toby... By the way. And once again... I’m also very very sorry.”

[castaline-blog]

[Swinging his legs as he sits on the dock, waiting for his boat, he looks over at Toby calmly fishing just a ways away from him.] ... whoa-- [Glancing at his tackle box he notices a lure covered in bright blue feathers- back home he had never really seen a fishing lure before.] That's so cool! What is it?!

  [ So focused on his fishing that he initially doesn’t notice the other on the dock with him - only comes to this realization when he begins talking to him. ] ---! 

[ Attempts to decipher what the stranger was talking about and follows his gaze to his own tackle box, carefully picking up the one in question. ] 

  Oh, ah... This is a fishing lure... The feathers attached to it create movement under the water that attracts fish to come see what is it... hoping its food. [Smiles slowly, jiggling the lure to show the feathers moving.] This one’s for tuna, mostly. 

[castaline-blog]

[ Pierre / Toby ]

@pierregourmet  

     The Castanet docks had become busier than when Toby first remembered them, but even that was still relatively quiet for such a small town. Luckily, this meant that they were still a prime spot for fishing, and after a short afternoon nap he had made them his next destination. 

  Distracted, as Toby usually was, he failed to notice the stranger near the docks entrance, resulting in him walking almost directly into the man. It was merely a bump, as Toby didn’t have the momentum for it to be much more, but he was remorseful nonetheless. 

  “I’m so sorry...!” He replied sheepishly, taking a few steps back from the stranger. “I really am absent minded... Are you alright?”

[castaline-blog]

[ Toby/Candace ]

[un-spooling]

Candace recognized the man from a short distance away, even despite being in the middle of a morning jog - and in catching his wave, she sped up slightly, hoping to close the distance between them a little faster. This was very likely a mistake she realized as she drew up in front of her neighbor— for as many of these pick-me-up jogs as she took, she never seemed to be able to figure out how to regulate her breath.

She puffed for a second, hands on her hips, trying to chase after her breath before delving into conversation. Unfortunately, this left her in the awkward position of being silent for a moment or two while she smiled apologetically.

“S— sorry, Toby—” Candace brushed her bangs out of her face, giggling uncomfortably as she did so. “I think I kinda like that— the cold air thing. It makes you feel really calm after, you know? Like it blows out— all the cobwebs that get caught up in there— it’s so much harder in the summer—”

Once she’d managed to bring herself back to a calmer state of normal, she gave Toby a brief, friendly bow in greeting. “How are you? Keeping warm, I hope..?”

[castaline-blog]

    Toby gave a small smile as he saw the woman rush up to greet him, but as she stopped to find her breath it quickly faded into a look of concern. He glanced to the few things he had brought with him, water unfortunately not being one of them, and turned back to Candace with an awkward, but relieved smile as she began to speak. 

   “No, it’s alright.” He gave a small laugh under his breath as he shook his head to reassure the woman. “Just don’t push yourself for my sake.” Well, he certainly didn’t know what Candace was referring to, as Toby had a pace that rarely ever went above walking. But he could understand the stuffiness of the hot weather, so he simply nodded in half-understanding. “Fresh air is important... And the scenery in the winter is peaceful, I think.”

   “As warm as I can by walking...” He replied with a short laugh and a quick downward glance.  “I wish I had the energy to go for a morning run... I have to say I’m a bit envious.” 

[castaline-blog]

[ Toby/Candace ]

   @un-spooling

  The cold air of the coming winter shocked Toby as he first stepped outside, his first inhale sending a shiver down his spine. The cold never stopped the fisherman from his favorite past-time however, and he still treaded on, fishing rod in one hand and tackle box in the other. He began to follow the path along the river, eyes peeled for any spot perfect to lazily settle into. 

   It wasn’t long before something else caught his attention, as a hazy figure quickly made its way into view. Toby smiled, giving a hearty wave as he saw Candace head down the path towards him. He couldn’t recall the last time the two spoke -- then again, neither of them were big talkers, from what he could gather.

   “Candace...” He gave a small smile as he decided to call out,hoping to catch her attention. “I don’t know how you can run in this weather... The cold air gets to my lungs when it’s this cold.”

[castaline-blog]

      | ooc: ➥   Hi everyone! I’m really excited to be back. I’m still working on head canons and such so bear with me on that... But! If anyone would like a simple starter please like this post and I can make one up! If you’d like to plan anything out, feel free to shoot me a message. ☼ |