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A selective multimuse sideblog, penned by Jishin. Tracks crysteelheart. Follows with broadswordandpistol.

[crysteelheart]

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Deliver to: Librarian Salessha Ri Capiir, Twenty-Fifth Eastern Seaside, Ivory Room.

From: Fraithe ven Tomas, in-stacks 3rd Gearsward

Discovered lost patron in Rites of Flame and Shadow. Approximately 6’, misty luminescent, vaguely humanoid. Had been searching through the stone carvings, apparently for fighting blessings, and left such a mess of carvings piled around the fire that the walls were covered in unfinished rituals. Patron did not speak any tongue I know; conversed in undecipherable whooms and haawwwns at great length. Have directed them to 23rd Upper Outlook to Lib. Hragan, and contacted the Tomewardens for cleanup and monitoring.

Found wand you requested in 1st Gearsward, Wand Cabinet 12 Nightside Drawer 57. Had companion wand in Drawer 58; parchment instructions to avoid separating them for more than sixteen turns. Not sure what “turns” means in this context. Bringing both unless advised otherwise. Noise of grinding gears here is unbearable. One of the floor rotations appears stuck. Please advise which maintenance crew to send in.

Will keep you apprised of further progress.

—Fraithe

[the-imperial-nuisance]

Midgardsormr: The secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than thou thinkst thou shalt need.

Ardbert: The second secret to life is that fresh air, warm sun, and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling.

Fray/Esteem: The third secret to life is that violence sometimes really is the answer.

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new bun who dis?

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I’m imagining life in Amaurot went something like this:

Azem: Want to bet I can fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Emet-Selch: You’re a hazard to society.

Hythlodaeus: And a coward. Do twenty.

[tsademcxo]

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“Finally, some time to kill.”

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“Dustier in here than I expected.”

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May I please have Hubert saying “Remember to vote for Lady Edelgard...” Eyes glow red “OR ELSE” Thanks!

(Mod Toto) Sure!!

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lucius-of-cornwell:

outlawandoutlandish:

@outlawandoutlandish​ | @lucius-of-cornwell​ | @crysteelheart​

“My vision is sharp as ever, Lucius Light,” Odin said.  “Never you worry!”

Any further talk was halted by the screech and crash of Raudhraven’s magic. The air sung with magic, and well, who would Odin Dark be if he did not reply in kind?

“Allow me to return this greeting with the call of the abyss.” Odin flipped his tome open atop his palm. Immediately, lines of magic began to form around his feet. “Hear the scream of my aching blood! HAAAAA.”

@outlawandoutlandish​ | @lucius-of-cornwell​ | @crysteelheart​

Raudhraven. Of course it was. Raymond never did well with fire magic, and that was sure to be no exception. Fortunately, Odin seemed ready to take the initiative on that front, and Raymond was dashing at one of the archers. Still too close, Lucius frowned. Two steps left and that fire mage would be more than able to land a spell, if he wasn’t deterred by Odin.

A shout off to his right brought his attention off the fire mage and back to the archer, who had taken his badly-bleeding leg and ducked behind a tree to reevaluate his targets. There was no time to sidestep the arrow–it sunk into Lucius’s hip, and he stumbled at once. Who’s the pincushion now? he could imagine Raymond groaning.

“C-cast thy purifying light upon this corrupt soul, holy one!” he gasped, trying to blink the spots from his vision. It was not his familiar Shine tome, but it would do.

@outlawandoutlandish​ | @lucius-of-cornwell​ | @crysteelheart​

Jaffar grunted at the continuing smoke, and folded one of the rabbit ears over the other until it stopped burning. Seeing that the mage was in ... Marth’s ... capable hands, he elected to leave him be. All they had seen so far was a mage and an archer. There would be more.

Indeed there were ... in fact, the crunch nearby in the brush revealed the blade of a very heavy and very familiar axe, before an equally familiar bulldog face poked through.

“Mad Dog.” One of his shades, anyway, as these battlefields so often reflected. Linus’s head swiveled toward Jaffar, and his eyes widened. The younger of the Reed brothers choked once, swallowed, and burst into helpless laughter.

“Angel of Death? PFFFFFT. More like Precious Death Bunny -- “

Whatever else Linus had been about to say left him in a yelp as Jaffar vaulted forward, knives at the fore. He sank one into Linus’s shoulder and the Mad Dog howled, lurching back with Basilikos in a wide, angry swipe.

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lucius-of-cornwell:

outlawandoutlandish:

“Shh! I’m not Odin, I’m the traverser of planes and unbound by time, the legendary hero king Marth!” Or, well, Lucina, because it was her mask, but it had been left out on the table next to a snorkeling mask….

@outlawandoutlandish | @lucius-of-cornwell | @crysteelheart​

Raven was a quiet man, although rarely because he’d been struck speechless. But right now, he was definitely struck speechless, mouth slightly open and staring at the mage. Somehow, what the hell?! didn’t quite cover it.

“I-if you say so,” Lucius said–which meant he was equally confused, but doing his utmost to be more polite about it than the mercenary. “Can you…see all right?”

“Archers, on right,” Raven said, grabbing the monk around the waist and hauling him to his other side.

“Do take care not to become a pincushion,” Lucius scolded, squinting into the forest. “Is that a mage on the other side of those trees? Can you see what kind of tome he’s using?”

@outlawandoutlandish​ | @lucius-of-cornwell​ | @crysteelheart​

“Marth,” Jaffar acknowledged. His flat tone could have been equally mistaken for disbelief or acceptance. “Come.”

He slipped into the woods, pointed at what Lucius had claimed was an enemy mage, and determined, by dint of incoming fire, that it was in fact exactly that.

“Raudhraven,” he announced hollowly, as a score of fiery birds launched themselves past his face and impaled themselves on the trees nearby. He smelled smoke, and ... singed fur .... 

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lucius-of-cornwell:

“How?” Lucius moaned as he grabbed his staff and followed the assassin. He fell into step beside Raymond, still wondering what the ears could possibly be made of that they had enough force to tug that strongly on that snug of a shirt.

“What in the name of–” the mercenary began.

“Don’t,” Lucius suggested. “Just…don’t. Don’t ask. The Summoner had a whim.”

“…bunny ears on the Angel of Death? The hell kind of whim is–”

“And seashells on me, yes, but do try to focus, Raymond–”

@outlawandoutlandish | @lucius-of-cornwell | @crysteelheart​

The Angel of Death might or might not have overheard Raven’s comment. If he had, he was far too busy dragging his cloak and crop-top back over his chest and back where they belonged to do anything about it.

Jaffar grunted under his breath when it was finally secured, taking in the battlefield. It was dense with woods, which ordinarily he would have favored. Today, he was less sure how helpful that would be. “Hmm.” 

He glanced side-to-side to take in his companions. Lucius, of course, and the summoner never sent Lucius without Raven. The other, though ...

“Odin,” he recognized, after a long, unblinking stare.

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askdemons:

Karel narrowed his eyes a bit in curiosity. Such spirit, conviction, in such a young child. As things unfolded, he was rather unruffled. After all, to explain the nature of his relationship with Lucius to a child, it may be territory that he wasn’t about to have a sit-down about. Not yet, at least.

A faint grin crossed his face. “Does he now?” Karel asking, more rhetorically than not.

He surveyed the area. Certainly, there were a few places where he was sure fragments had gotten that they weren’t seeing immediately, but all things considered, the boys’ tenacity had gotten most of what he imagined could be complained about.

“That must leave us to dispose of these,” he said, looking down at the two buckets. “Impolite,” he muttered, but with more of a quirk of a smile.

“Yes, Master Karel,” Lugh said, hefting up his bucket. He would have liked to have hung onto the swordmaster’s hand, but the bucket really needed both of his. “We should put them in the kitchen. Father won’t like it if we put them in the compost.”

He offered up a shy, but slightly conspiratorial smile as they moved towards the house. “Raigh put a broken mug in there to hide it once. It worked until Master Raven turned the compost for him and found it.”

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lucius-of-cornwell:

Hmm, what was the best way to do this? If he clipped the ears to the collar of Jaffar’s cloak, it would probably just pull the cloak over his head that that would be a mess.He kept the clips clasped tightly in his hand for a moment, to warm them up a bit. He’d jump if he felt a cold barrette on the back of his neck, even if he knew it wasn’t threatening.

“I’m going to clip it to your shirt collar,” he said. “Two clips. Here’s the first–” He tucked it between the two ears, clipping the one on the right firmly to Jaffar’s collar. “And the second–” he repeated this on the opposite side, frowning at them thoughtfully.

“My only worry is they might come unclipped if you turn your head too fast,” he said. “But I…think that will hold…?” He hoped that would hold.

“Hmm.” Jaffar slowly twisted his head left, then right, eyeing the seashells and what he could see of the ears. He tugged on them gently, and they stayed put. “That ... seems good.”

“Lucius! Jaffar! I need you on the battlefield!” a familiar summoner’s voice rang out. 

“We should go,” the assassin said brusquely, brushing past Lucius at a speed that put the lie to his earlier stillness. He turned over his shoulder to grunt, “Come on,” and his entire shirt popped up over his face, the ears silhouetted underneath it.

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lucius-of-cornwell:

“Eep!” Lucius squeaked, wincing on Jaffar’s behalf. “I’m so sorry!”

Goddess above, below, and to the side, what were those ears made of?

He touched his hairpin thoughtfully. If it had come back once, then…he plucked it from his hair. Sure enough, another took its place. He did this again. He was now holding two hairpins, with one still in his hair.

“Would you like me to try clipping it to he back of your cloak?”

Jaffar studied Lucius for a long time, as if weighing the threat of the monk getting behind him.

“Yes,” he said, at length, turning slightly to allow Lucius access.

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lucius-of-cornwell:

“Oh dear,” Lucius sighed, reaching up to take the barrette out of his hair. “Hang on, let me see if this helps–”

How was it that he could take the pin out and another simply took its place? That certainly answered the question why Jaffar hadn’t simply taken the hat off.

He reached up to clip the ends of the ears together, hopefully behind Jaffar’s neck so they wouldn’t continue to bother him. But they seemed uncannily springy, they might flop forward anyways…but it was worth the attempt.

“Mm,” Jaffar grunted. He held unnervingly still as the monk reached into his personal space, watching him with an unblinking, red-eyed stare.

He turned as Lucius released him, with a gruff “Thanks,” only to have the pinned rabbit ears spring so vigorously forward that they swatted him in the face before going back to their mostly-usual position.

“Hnn.”

[lucius-of-cornwell]

[crysteelheart: Jaffar] “It’s casual Friday.”

“Is that why Kiran gave me this hair pin? I had wondered…”

But the seashell-adorned hairpin was downright subtle compared to…

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Jaffar eyed the hairpin silently. “Less intrusive,” he said finally. “Easier to sneak around in than … this.”

One ear on the rabbit hat flopped into his eyes. He looked up at it, almost cross-eyed, then nudged it upright with a sharp poke.