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HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME IMAGINE CENT GOIN’ OFF TO THIS BOP HJSDFHJ

sparkle, sparkle-- abs glistening noises.

daemonusdea replied to your post: i remembered the login info… god bless.

oh hell

cent doing the entirety of this dance to celebrate his return.

#daemonusdea #{ I'M LAUGHING IMAGINING IT... }

i remembered the login info... god bless.

#time t revamp... everyting... every god damn ting

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀:

She figured it was better he forgot than to have to recalla bad memory. Still, he seems to have memory loss or something of another. Andshe noticed it quickly.

Repeating her name wasn’t bothersome, as it was moreconcerning. Perhaps this man was suffering from short-term memory loss? Either way,it was more than enough reason to stick around. She didn’t need him gettinglost and wind up getting hurt during his travels due to forgetting where hewas—or, that’s how she saw fit, anyway.

When he mentions her in a rather ‘talked about’ sense,she doesn’t deny his claims and just simply nods to his query. “I guess.” Shefurther confirms, smiling thereafter. Even after two years, she still wasn’t usedto being talked about by name. Usually she was referred to as ‘daughter ofBraska’, or something of the sort. It was phrase she honored despite beingshadowed in father’s achievements.

“Are you perhaps journeying throughSpira, as well?”

With his chin perched atop his hand, the Disciple would cant his head to the side, somewhat, before answering her inquiry. ❝I am – though my journey has yielded little to no results, thus far. The only thing I have to show for it is minimal knowledge of the landscape.❞ He’d offer, with a sigh, nimble fingers coursing through his ebony locks, in the process. ❝What about you, Yuna? What is your goal, exactly?❞ Brow furrowing somewhat in curiosity, Cent would give her a look over, once more, his gaze lingering on her choice of weapon a bit longer than anything else, before lifting his gaze to even out with her own. ❝You don’t seem like the type to partake in combat, based off of your appearance… and yet I can’t help but think you have immeasurable strength. How curious the denizens of this world are.❞ Not that he really had anyone else to compare them to – it was more of a gut feeling, than anything, that she wasn’t your normal, everyday woman.

Regardless, he had no idea what he was doing, or where he was headed, anymore. All of his ventures had proven fruitless, the strongest semblance of advice or guidance he’d been given so far while traversing Spira was to ‘ pray ‘. Now, even if Cent held no tangible memories or recollections of his previous life, he could say with almost complete certainty that he’d never been the type of man to turn to prayer for anything. Hell, he wouldn’t even know who or whatto pray to, anyway.

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵒʰ⁻ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵉʳˢ?┊ ( replies. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ'┊ ( verse; ???. )#ofspira #{ All good! Sorry for the delay myself friend. }

@luxautemsolis // s.

❝So, you’re the one who’s been seeking out Lady Three’s toys, hmm?❞ Cent would inquire, a single hand perched against his hip, as he spoke, brow rising before he’d breathe a quiet, airy sigh. Normally he ( or any other Disciple, really ) wouldn’t care for or interfere with the issues of an Intoner that they didn’t serve, however... He had to admit. Aggression like this by hand that didn’t belong to one of the sisters was most unsettling. It could become a thorn in his side in the future, so it would better to deal with it now, rather than later.

Gloved hands would lower, fingers curling against the concealed forms of his blades, before he’d angle his head to the side, somewhat, ebony bangs following the tilt of his head. ❝What is your goal, here, exactly?❞ He’d begin, right hand guiding a single blade free of its confines, still not quite certain of the level of threat the stranger posed. But it was better to play things safe. ❝Not that a fool such as myself would understand-- But I’d still prefer if you’d humor my questions.❞

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᶦ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳ ˢᶦᵈᵉ⋅┊ ( verse; main. )#luxautemsolis

vanishingnightstar replied to your post: @self: Nashi when’re you gonna’ stop making blogs?

[-EYE EMOJIS @ ALL OF YOUR BLOGS-]

eye emojis back

#vanishingnightstar #{ not pictured-- me deciding between firion- snow- or squall }#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ⁿᵃᶜʰᵒˢ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿ' ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ'┊ ( ooc. )

@self: Nashi when’re you gonna’ stop making blogs?

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ⁿᵃᶜʰᵒˢ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿ' ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ'┊ ( ooc. )#{ but naw I needed an FF muse and here I go.#pretty flower boy is in progress. }#tbd//

@nobilisaffectus // s. + alecto.

The sounds of violent commotion within ‘ CLAVES ‘ were nothing new. Beer bottles breaking, tables splintering, and glass shattering -- it was a common occurrence as of late; especially when he was around. It was never his fault, though, of course-- he was always provoked.

‘ G’dammit, Cent!! You can’t keep fucking assaulting my patrons; soon enough this damn place’ll be empty! ‘

❝Well maybe you should keep your dogs on a leash, ‘eh?❞ Came the offender’s response, chuckling quietly as he drew the back of his sleeve across his lips, clearing away the faint traces of blood that trickled from his nose. His jaw throbbed a little with a dull pain-- it’d probably bruise, but who gave a damn? These two idiots were left a lot worse off than he was, after all. Speaking of said idiots-- he’d grind the heel of his shoe into one of their backs, reaching out to grasp at the previously discarded shot glass, lifting it to his lips and polishing off the remains of the booze he’d paid for. A satisfied, throaty sigh would leave him, afterward, before giving the barkeep an amused glance. ❝Ah, c’mon... stop looking at me like that, gramps! You know the girls I pull in here on any given night can more than make up for two dumbass drunkards.❞

He took the tender's groan of annoyance and redirecting of his gaze as a sign of forgiveness ( as it usually was ) before his lips would pull upward into a smirk, the ebon haired male moving to seat himself infront of the counter, comfortably, once more-- the scent of expensive perfume drawing his attention over to his right, if only for a second. A head of ivory hair greeted him, as well as tight clothing, eyes brimming with a sense of superiority, and fine fabrics draped over a commendable figure.

‘ A rich girl, huh? ‘ were his first thoughts. Cent was usually right about these things, he had an eye for women, after all, to say the least. ❝Sorry about that,❞ came his drawl, after a few moments of silent staring, gloved hand rising to gingerly cradle his cheek, as well. ❝If I’d known such a beautiful lady were going to be watching, I would’ve put on a far better show.❞

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉˢ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃʳˢ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʷᶦⁿᵍˢ⋅┊ ( verse; dmc. )#nobilisaffectus #{ fuckboi alarms blaring in the distance. }

Look at him, so needlessly flashy. I love this garbage son of mine.

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ⁿᵃᶜʰᵒˢ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿ' ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ'┊ ( ooc. )

vanishingnightstar:

“Have I ever mentioned that I’m kind of a jackass?” Oh boy. These two will probably never get each others’ names. It’s not like it mattered to Stella anyway. She knew how she was being towards him but could hardly care any less about him. “Your own kindness is indeed a shame for me.”

❝You haven’t mentioned much of anything regarding yourself, I’m afraid.❞ With a light shrug of his shoulders, the Disciple would opt to busy himself with making sure his appearance was up to par, rather than senseless flirting with the enigmatic blonde. Unlike most other men, Cent didn’t find any enjoyment or thrills in chasing those who didn’t want to be chased. ❝Such an appetite for verbal conflict...❞

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵒʰ⁻ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵉʳˢ?┊ ( replies. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ'┊ ( verse; ???. )#vanishingnightstar #{ stella behave your ass. }

vanishingnightstar:

Stella couldn’t help but only laugh at the taller male who seemed perhaps too much into himself. A narcissist in other words. Those types of people hardly ever surprised her anymore. She’s seen them everywhere in another continent. “Dear the gods, I pray a skank stops embarrassing me with his flatter, or I’ll fall in love.~” Of course she was being sarcastic.

❝My, such mind-boggling beauty, offset by a tongue that knows not how to speak kindness. What a shame~!❞ Offset? Maybe not. Now that he thought about it, a woman who held no desire to mince words was usually powerful. And dangerous. That was another side of beauty.

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵒʰ⁻ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵉʳˢ?┊ ( replies. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ'┊ ( verse; ???. )#vanishingnightstar #{ oh cent... }

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀:

“I’m Yuna.” She quickly introduces, nodding her head after.

Turning to him, she cocks her head slightly as her curiositygets the best of her. “Who…does the sunset remind you of?” She prayed it wassomeone worth remembering. Thenagain, he appeared sullen just moments prior.

Hopefully she wasn’t prying intosomething she wasn’t supposed to.

❝Yuna, hmm?❞ He’d drawl after her introduction, the name rolling off of his tongue in a foreign manner. How quaint a name it was, Cent thought, fingertips idly drumming against his cheek as he murmured it again, and again, beneath his breath. In hindsight, he must’ve looked pretty weird -- but as a man who’d forgotten everything regarding his previous life, he wanted to make sure even little things were firmly planted within his memory.

❝Forgive me, I... can’t recall.❞ He’d respond after a few moments, lips parting to add a bit more onto his claims, before falling shut, shortly after. He wasn’t sure how to explain it, himself. He just... had awoken on the docks of Luca, one evening. That was where everything had begun for him, here, in Spira. ❝You, however. If you’re the Yuna I’ve been hearing whispers of, you’re quite famous in these parts.❞

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵒʰ⁻ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵉʳˢ?┊ ( replies. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ'┊ ( verse; ???. )#ofspira #{ aaa i made this longer than intended #sorry! }#{ but yes cent is.... something else. }

vanishingnightstar:

“My sincere apologies, but it’s no use for me to introduce myself to a man who lacks intelligence.”

❝Precisely the reason why you should introduce yourself to someone brimming with both knowledge and beauty, such as myself, fair maiden~!❞ A courteous bow would follow his not-so-modest claims.

#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵒʰ⁻ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵉʳˢ?┊ ( replies. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ'┊ ( verse; ???. )#vanishingnightstar #{ binch. pls. }

Stop pissing everyone off, I can't save you from everything. Idiot.

❝Have I angered anyone worth worrying over? Hmm, let’s see~.❞ There was Dito, Adelphel… and that was pretty much it. Two men ( one hardly qualifying as such ) who weren’t worth their own weight in piss. Nope – this Disciple had no problem at all with continuing to ruffle their feathers.

#irafatum #★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᶦ 'ᵃᵐ' ᵃⁿ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ'┊ ( in character. )#★ ▌ ▪⚔▪ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ⁻⁻ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ?┊ ( answered. )#{ he talks so much shit about the others.#LOL.#well to be fair they all do.#dysfunctional bastards. }

illustrisxarma:

Idiots like this made him wish he’d stuck to the task of getting some sort of helmet. He hadn’t , however , and now he had to suffer the consequences. With hands on his hips he chooses to ignore the comment, simply waiting til he was able to calm down.

“I’m fine. I was merely startled, a brief lapse in my composure.” Yeah , right. Dito had already figured out how easy it was to torment the otherwise stoic elf and it was nothing short of frustrating. “That doesn’t happen every time, just when I’m not ready for it.”

While seeing Adelphel get all worked up over trivial matters was amusing, harassing him, like all other things enjoyable-- was only so in moderation. So with a small sigh, and a shrug of his shoulders, Cent would cross his arms over his chest, comfortably. ❝I didn’t come here just to tickle your ears, you know~.❞ He’d state, after a few moments of silence, his head canting to the side a little, curiously, as he observed his ( though he uses it loosely ) companion.

❝I want to train. And, seeing as Lady Zero is currently off... washing her hair, or whatever it is she does this time of day, you are the next best candidate.❞ More like the only candidate, really. Dito was far too lazy, and wouldn’t even entertain the idea unless there was a promise of a reward of some sort. Decadus would probably allow himself to be stricken just to moan and groan over how marvelous the pain felt. And Octa was.... well, Octa.

#illustrisxarma #( ic tag. )#( replies tag. )

ofspira:

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“You look sad. Are you alright?” She knew her very sudden, and nosy, approach wasn’t the best way for an introduction. But it was also against her nature to leave a seemingly sullen individual behind. Even if it was just how his face rested, Yuna wanted to be certain it wasn’t something more. The less sadness, the better.

She steps in a little closer, and stands next to the male. She kept facing forward, watching the sun begin to lower behind the mountains. “Pretty. Isn’t it?”

‘ Now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes? ‘ He’d muse, eyes falling upon the freshly arriven sight of the Summoner ( if appearances were anything to go by, at least. ) Spira in itself was still quite the enigma, to Cent-- and as were it’s inhabitants, by extension. ❝Quite.❞ He’d offer in response, the Disciple’s gaze shifting to that of the setting sun, in the distance.

❝It reminds me of... someone.❞ He’d state, uncertainly, gloved fingers curling into fists at his sides. His inability to recall anything prior to arriving on Spira was frustrating, to say the least. All he could remember was the colour blue, and a number-- ‘Two.’ But being so somber was out of character for him-- so he’d straighten up his posture, giving his new acquaintance yet another look-over, before flashing one of his signature bright, cheerful smiles. ❝Ah! The name’s Cent, by the way~!❞

#ofspira #( ic tag. )#( replies tag. )#( au tag. )#{ ahh i'm so happy to be writing with you again! }

illustrisxarma:

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

He hisses, finally uncovering his ears as he turns back around. It was certainly nice to see Cent wincing at the strike: good, the man deserved it for being so hands-on. A pout and he places his hands on his hips, frowning.

“They’re just very sensitive, okay? I can’t help it!”

❝Oh my~ you’re as red as a blushing bride, Adelphel!❞ Cent wore a face of concern, but honestly, the entire situation was nothing short of amusing to him. The latest piece of eye-candy that had managed to capture both Zero’s heart and gaze-- someone who prided themselves upon their strength and mental fortitude... was rendered helpless by a mere touch of the ears.

#illustrisxarma #( ic tag. )#( replies tag. )#{ 100% done. }

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