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WE GOIN TO FUCKIN ISOLA RADIALE YALL!!!!

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rexerrat replied to your post: also this blog has more visibility but just in...

Wtf I didn’t realise u rp Leo too sweats

GSDJGSDGJS OMG IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU... im an idiot but anyway im totally looking forward to rping with you at isola... winky face

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n’yall, while i am moving to isola, i am likely going to make a new blog... at least for marisa. possibly yukari but def marisa but... it’ll have the same url. this one’ll eventually get an archive url of some sort! just a heads up, then: you can unfollow this blog and forget about it!

[coluberfoxii]

Please unfollow if you’re staying affiliated with Citta Alveare.

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its my bong

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sanguinetactics:

i cannit open my peanit buttur

have you tried using bofa to get it open

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<<stop setting shit on fire people are trying to get laid out there!!!>>

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you know the drill: this blog will be moving to isola when the time comes, too. feel free to stay following if you’re coming along!

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pendanto:

Watching the girl’s feeble attempts at taking care to make sure the flyer stays posted is all Rin does at first. Not usually one to involve herself in other people’s troubles, she stands by and watches and after enough failed attempts does she finally decide to step in, hesitantly. With ease, she takes the flyer from the girl’s hands, standing above her. “Don’t you think that’s enough? It’s pitiful watching this, you know.” Seeing someone fail over and over again only has so much entertainment value, after all. Only then does Rin take the chance to look at the words printed on the flyer and eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Magic assistant…?” It’s plain to see that she’s taken aback by the wording. Surely it’s not the type of magic she thinks it is, but maybe asking about it wouldn’t do any harm. “What do you mean by ‘magic assistant’? Real magic or the card trick kind?”

★ █ SHE WOULD HAVE PROTESTED under any other circumstances, but after a good solid fifteen minutes in the blaring sun in all black, Marisa didn’t exactly think it was a bad thing to let a stranger step in for just a moment. Black was practical and all, but it didn’t exactly fare well in about half the year’s seasons. It helped that the girl was taller than her, even if not by terribly much more.

<<I didn’t feel like flying back home for the heavy-duty tape, so I thought I could make it work. I guess not. And whaddya mean, ‘real’ or card trick?>>

<<I mean, I s’pose I could do a trick or two with some cards if you really wanted to see that... but I’m guessin’ that was sarcasm.>> She fumbles around for a moment in the myriad pockets of her apron, all the while talking. <<People tend to ask these questions sooner or later when you bring up the subject, so I’m kinda prepared for it by now -- >>

And with that, she whips a handful of some mysterious powder (definitely not derived from a mushroom) into the air. It hovers above them for a moment before the clumps begin to fall at different speeds, each alighting and igniting into sparks akin to miniature fireworks.

<<I mean, I can do a lot bigger things than that, but I felt like being too flashy would be a little dangerous when it’s so crowded, so maybe later. But yeah, magic assistant. I guess you could take that a couple different ways, but as long as you’re not weirded out by that sort of thing in general, everything should be fine.>>

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ooc. i’ll probably end up posting this on my other blogs but like, at this point? please don’t hesitate to message me immediately after you’ve replied to a thread of ours. my activity was already halfway mcfucked before it somehow got worse, so this has just been an unbelievably big mess.

so until further notice, by all means message me or im me after you’ve replied so that i know i have a reply because this whole checking the notes of old threads looking for things i might have missed is... oof.

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idleguide:

And– oof.

Cue the almost cartoonish image of her being ejected from a patisserie, accompanied by the almost cartoonish sounds of her bouncing along the sidewalk while being yelled at all the while. But one problem remains: they’d forgotten to eject her scythe as well! It’s not as if it’s terribly important, given that it’s not even her actual scythe. But it stands that it’s actually in better condition than the original.

Not only that, another problem presents herself –

Komachi no sooner springs upright, dusting her dress off and attempting to give the semblance of nothing happening. Act natural, act absolutely natural – it’s just another day on the job, right?

Laughing sheepishly, she rubs the back of her neck to start. “Oh, aha. Of all the places I went to check while I’m hard at work, and you’re here!” Nailed it.

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★ █ THERE ARE A LOT OF UNUSUAL SIGHTS in the city on the daily; Marisa only finds it in herself to pay attention to so many of them, given how tiring it can be to chase down every single object, person or happening of interest. This one, she thinks, at least managed to land right in front of her: half the trouble out of the picture, right away. It does raise a few questions, though.

<<Hard at work, huh? ...Wait, you’re not here for me for real this time, are you?>> The shock is clear on her face as she backs up a few steps, hand on her ever-present broom.

Then she calms down, upon her further observation. <<Wait, where’s that scythe you’re always carryin’? You’re not really working here, are you?>>

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sunpharaoh:

For such a snide remark to come from a child, the Pharaoh thinks that she is beyond her years. To face someone of a clearly higher authority than she is with as much bravado of a woman twice her age is impressive. It’s because of this that he chooses to entertain her audience for now, for surely the both of them have the same thought: this could be interesting. He erupts into boisterous laughter, one would think that he had just heard something hilarious.

“Are you so sure that I was brought here by force? What if I arrived of my own accord?” He quips. “A King has no need to prove himself by doing great things; he is born into greatness. It is because of that that I have received such blessings. But, I will humor you,” Just this once.

“For what great things do you suppose a man could gain immortality by doing?”

★ █ MARISA JUST STARES UP AND OVER at this man who thinks he’s figured out something new to tell her; she’s fairly certain she’s gotten this kind of speech before, somewhere. Maybe. Sometimes immortals all start to sound similar. There’s probably a reason for that. It doesn’t phase her that he’s laughing at her, though she does crinkle her brow and frown. Just slightly, though. She’s never let a youkai bother her before, so why start now?

<<But ain’t everyone here someone who got dragged along for the ride? Everyone important, anyway.>> She twiddles her thumbs, more out of absentmindedness than any nervous habit, playing with the handle of her broom; it’s begun to sprout shoots again. <<But aren’t kings in stories just born into the position anyway? It’s not like you had to earn anything. Maybe you even paid people to tell stories about you doing great things so nobody would know any better.>>

A pause, then, in a slightly more serious and almost thoughtful tone -- <<I’ve met plenty of youkai who were immortal and never did anything to earn it. It just sort of... happens. But then, a lot of them are things that were forgotten in the outside world, or ordinary people and animals and stuff that just... became special over time. I dunno, does that sound like anything ‘great’ to you?>>

[vampirishnight]

An Eternal Night

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The Bamboo Forest was an unfamiliar land to her, but as long as she didn’t go wandering about, she shouldn’t get lost. Of course her plan was easier said than done. Especially when a familiar troublemaker crossed her path.

“Unless you know something about that ‘moon’, I don’t have time for you right now.” There’s only so many hours until dawn. The last thing she needed was to be stuck in the forest until the night came again.

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★ █ MARISA STOPS MID-FLIGHT if only for a moment, looking rebuffed by the response before she goes back to a standard wide grin. Alice is somewhere way off in the distance; she’s long since left her in the dust. The only things here right now are trees and a vampire, surprisingly sans maid in tow. Which makes her wonder...

<<Hey, wait a minute! I was just going to ask you the same thing!>> She points, for effect of course, right at Remilia. It would look fairly dramatic were it coming from anyone else. <<Are you sure this isn’t all your fault? ‘Cause I sure remember a certain someone interested in an eternal night that caused a certain incident in the past.>>

<<Sure you don’t wanna talk about it -- over a nice danmaku match? The usual, you know.>>

[tiii13]

I’m in レイマリmood~

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rosavelox:

     “UP! UUUUUP!” She’d mounted the wooden scythe she’d been given like a broomstick, mimicking a blonde girl that was floating just a few feet above her. How do brooms fly!? And if broom can fly, scythes should be able to fly too right!?

     “Hey! How do you do that!? Is that your Semblance or something? I wanna fly too!” She could, kind of. But only because of Crescent Rose’s kickback or her own Semblance, though both were different from true flight.

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★ █ MARISA HOVERS AS CASUALLY as one can hover on a broomstick, watching the girl enthusiastically try to achieve flight with... a wooden scythe? It doesn’t look like much affection has been shown toward the item, so she can only guess it’s one of those cheap hand-me-down type deals the scientists hand to new citizens.

<<How do I fly? I mean, a lot of people can fly where I’m from. It’s just sort of -- >> Technically, she can do it without the broom, but it’s all a matter of comfort and personal preference (and not feeling very fast, either). <<Well, you pick it up as you go. The broom helps a bit.>>

She hesitates, then rubs nonchalantly at the back of her head. <<What, d’you want a ride? I’m in no hurry, so...>> No sweat, right?

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★ █ THE UNDERWORLD IS COLD if only at least initially; Marisa doesn’t know why it’s chilly at first when -- shouldn’t it be hotter the further you go underground? She doesn’t even remember setting off down here, and there’s just the faintest feeling of something being wrong in a way she can’t put her finger on. But, then, there’s got to be something wrong for her to be down here in the first place.

(A source to the hot springs. A source of great power -- )

Reimu is here, so things can’t get too bad. They were both sent down here with a rather vague missive as to what was to be handled, exactly -- hot springs bad, spirits bad, and so on -- and, though it too felt off, no real way to communicate with the youkai that had tasked them with this problem. Was there a way to communicate with those aboveground? Marisa hadn’t the faintest clue. 

Still, she was excited, in her usual, barely-restrained sort of enthusiastic way. They’d knocked out a rather sad-seeming hashihime and come toe to toe with an oni (who’d fought unbelievably hard all the while never spilling a drop of sake), and now had ended up chasing after a cat. That all had to be a step in the right direction -- a metaphorical step, anyway, as she hadn’t dismounted her broom the entire time they’d been down here.

If only she could shake that strange feeling that something wasn’t quite right here. 

<<Hey, Reimu...>>

<<D’you think there’ll be some kinda boss here? Or will we have to keep goin’ further down? This cat is gettin’ kinda annoying -- >>

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atonings:

—✕ █ ▌He’s been a figure across ALL SIDES of history — a figure of rebellion, a leader of authority, and all in between. He could scold her, but she carries herself so well that he only BARELY considers it. Perhaps in the future, he’d pay for this, but for now, he’s riding this wave.

He’s half watching the way she sorts through the fungi, as if hoping to GLEAM some reality from the objects in question. It is futile to learn the horticulture of mushrooms so quickly, but he’d be damned if he weren’t curious about the different varieties of spores. He wonders in the back of his mind if her apron pockets are BOTTOMLESS.

❝You ain’t real if you don’t make MISTAKES,❞ he responds, something of a good spirit becoming him as she admits hers. Worry doesn’t need to choke him and drown him.

His hubris always lied in the need to wear others’ BURDENS on his shoulders like the world upon Atlas. He needs not to hold the weight of the entire sky, let alone the weight of this girl’s. He’s still struck by a sense of kindness felt towards the magician; perhaps he can still allot some time to worry about cooking mishaps.

Joke or no, Loghain’s mind is already DRAWN towards a particular stir-fry recipe —- carrots, peas, peppers – he does grow them all. For a particularly potent mushroom infused potion, he’d offer her a bloody meal —- Truly, his half-joke and her idea both sound APPEALING. She’s rough around the edges, but even the roughest need to be sharpened to keep their EDGES.

Hands place themselves FIRMLY upon his hips as he waits for words to slip out. In a sense, she’s like Gaster, not fully forefront in dialogue; even with his eyes fully on Loghain, Gaster would still DENY IT if Loghain dressed nicely. Just nearly does he laugh as she changes her tact — good point! Good point!

❝I SUPPOSE this is where I’d offer my business card if I had one?❞ Loghain tilts his head at an angle, a ghost of a smile flickering upon his lips. He almost holds out a hand for shaking; indeed, it kind of just twitches at his side hesitantly. ❝I got so EXCITED; pardon me. My name is Loghain Mac Tir; I certainly hope it would be a PLEASURE to meet you – it is already.❞

★ █ WHETHER HE REALIZES IT OR NOT Loghain’s got Marisa wondering about whether or not he’s a potential source of wisdom and usefulness or just a guy who happens to know a few specific things here and there. It’d be nice if the case was the former; she could always use more people around who were more on the useful side and less on the destructive danger side, she figures, what with this city tearing itself apart on a bi-weekly basis and all.

The offer of money for her work is, belatedly, an exciting prospect regardless. Really, any kind of work is a welcome idea at this point. She knows she’s been stuck in something of a rut since coming here, and any potential change that isn’t, you know, violent and potentially deadly is appealing. Trouble can come find her on a different day.

<<I’m pretty real, then, huh?>>

<<I don’t have business cards either, but you do have one of those phone things, right? That’ll work well enough if we exchange numbers.>> Presumably he knows how to use it, but Marisa doesn’t bother asking. Just like she doesn’t bother asking what a business card is.

<<The name’s Marisa Kirisame. If you didn’t already figure it out, I’m a pretty ordinary magician.>> She shrugs her shoulders a bit, then evens out the full front of her apron in an attempt to pack her precious mushrooms down a bit further. Inevitably, a few will be lost on the return flight home. <<I can make a lot of neat things -- not just destructive stuff -- depending on what you need, though I suppose we can talk about that later. I promise it doesn’t cause too much trouble. For me.>>