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[daince]

@foriornfaire

“ M..Morgan?! Is that really you? “

[daince]

@moonstudentmagus

“ You! You are from the festival with games, right? It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. How are you doing? “

[daince]

@swiftresponse

“ A-ahn...Excuse me, but you are..beautiful. Where do you get your hair done? “

[daince]

oki i think ive sat around doing nothing and gotten comfortable enough here! like this for a sentence starter! there is no cap as usual!

[daince]

nightwingness:

       “—exactly what I was going for! Hoping, to denizens like you, it fully represents my brand of justice. I appreciate its practicality, more than anything; but, there are some wounds that not even my suit can protect me from.“

“ Justice? Are you a hero? ” Hero meaning a person who helped others while also being a soldier, akin to that of his own title. Being from the past, he hadn’t the faintest clue that heroism had evolved in modern society and was something far more special than it was in his home land. 

[starlightshrine-blog]

⭐!!!!

The stars have predicted the following kind of year for Inigo:

[ Love ] Very bad luckWhen picking flowers, remember to be wary of thorns. [ Wealth ] Bad luckMoney does not bring happiness. That’s what it has in common with poverty.[ Social ] Good luckSometimes you need a treat in your life. If there are no people around to give you this, then treat yourself.[ Health ] Good luckLife’s full of rainy memories. Sometimes you need an umbrella, other times it’s better to let them soak in; only then you can dry them off.[ Work ] Very bad luckWhen chasing your dreams, even to the moon, take a moment to enjoy the starry sky around you.

[daince]

“ Everyone seems in good spirits. “

[daince]

pillarisms:

He’s getting used to life around here, and that means getting used to his new job. He didn’t really ever see himself as an office worker, so it kind of bums him out, but that doesn’t stop him from reading over the job description papers in his hands. In the background, he hears a loud sneeze, but it doesn’t phase him much. That’s why, when he’s addressed about it, he looks up and blinks, tilting his head at the poor guy and just kind of looking around at the people around them.

“… Dunno…” Pauses and tilts his head the other way, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you need a tissue? I think I have a couple.”

"Ahhhnn." There's a space for a small noise to filter from his lips as he takes the answer. Attention perking, he quickly sweeps his gaze along the faces of those present, ignoring the sheep that also sit among their presence. From the looks of it, everyone was off in their own world keeping to themselves. This giving him some security, he settles down and flicks his eyes once more over to the other, small smile forming as his head shakes. 

"No, no! I don't need any thank you. I have a handkerchief! It’s only that my mother told me when you sneeze, someone might be talking about you. One sneeze it's good, two it's bad- but..I don't really know anyone here, so I'm not exactly sure if anyone would have a nice thing to say!!" He pauses a moment to adjust his shirt, tugging at the bottom of it and fixing the belt. "What are you reading?”

[daince]

kusamochilover:

Lollipop Library was Hajime’s objective for today. Despite having spend more than a month in Stella City already, he had never visited the library for some reason. Fantasizing about the kind of mysterious books Stella City might have, he almost didn’t notice the stranger trying to get his attention. 

While Hajime wasn’t exactly big on helping every lost soul (he was a busy man… sometimes), he wasn’t as rude as to pretend he hadn’t heard the stranger’s greeting. Coming to a stop, he turned around to face the other properly. 

“Hello…” Hajime replied, unsure of what else to say. He hadn’t seen this person around before. For someone who had presumable just arrived in Stella City they seemed to be pretty chill about it. 

The very moment Hajime had been about to ask if there was something he could help the stranger with, he was asked the million-dollar question. A clock ominously started ticking, leaving Hajime with only a few seconds to formulate his answer. Fortunately for him, the sheep of Stella City was what he was all about.

“That’s what I want to know. Aries and Stella let humans live their lives, and have very nice things, but don’t get confused. It’s the sheep that hold power here.”

Immediately his face contorts, confusion running along it. The sheep held the power? Aries and Stella? He wasn't completely sure who those two were, but the former answer to his question was a little alarming. Animals, as far as he was aware, didn't have the intelligence capacity to keep order in a group, much less a city. But.. of course, maybe he was wrong. If someone could be put under a magical curse, an animal had the ability to be put on one too. Unless it wasn’t the animal that had been targeted, but a person turned into one.

He blinks once, twice. "The..the sheep hold the power?" Disbelief is prominent in his tone and he gives a wary glance around, as if one was listening in, judging him on his suspicions. "That's absurd!" The claim, courageous despite his underlying nervousness, lightens his confidence and he straightens himself. Sheep? The ones in charge? Impossible. If they belonged to a person, sure, they were the leader's pets- but anything other than that? It couldn't be! Nobody was here causing destruction with their ill fitted spells and no persons were trapped in an animal's body. “Surely they’re nothing more than cute helpers to the ah- king or queen of this land.”

[daince]

kindcruelty:

“Come now, we may not have spoken to each other properly, but is that any way to greet a comrade?” If Niles was being honest (which he always was, really), he was a tad offended. Not just because Laslow had the gall to ask the clichéd question about his vision, but because the man hadn’t even bothered to ask Niles how he was, or even acknowledge that this was the first time they’d seen each other ever since Niles had disappeared from Nohr. He clicked his tongue, folding his arms across his chest. “I didn’t peg you as the sort of person to skip straight to the personal questions.”

An eyebrow arches itself. He’d asked a simple question to a stranger expecting to either be told to mind his own business or given an answer. What he received however, was a sensation that he was being fooled somehow. Never before had he seen this man, nor was he convinced that said man had ever seen him. With that patch, the general structure of his face and fluff of hair, it would be hard for the mercenary to forget him. But the way he spoke and acted as if they were known to each other..it was puzzling, confusing. 

He gives a slight shuffle of his footing, teeth pressing along the inside of his bottom lip. He’s an anxious person at heart, shy and unsure how to speak to strangers when his confidence falters and in the current, it’s grown far too self aware for his liking. “ I..pardon? Were you a villager who we fought alongside with? “ 

[daince]

@nightwingness

“I like your outfit. It’s...different.”

[daince]

@pillarisms

“ ACHOO! “ It’s a loud sneeze, one that catches the attention of a few in the general area. Almost instantly after the action, he turns his head over to a young boy beside him, rounded blues curiously peeking along his features. “ You..didn’t hear anyone say anything about me, did you? “

[daince]

@foxnthief

“ M-maybe you shouldn’t try to ride the sheep. “

[daince]

@kindcruelty

“ Is it difficult to see out of only one eye? “ He was certain that the man had received this question a thousand times over, but alas- curiosity was one of his more finer traits. In his youth he often covered half his sight to try and see how far he could go with it, but his mother, caring as she was, would enlighten him that if he did that for too long, he’d get a lazy eye. Looks being his better features in life, something he held onto deeply, he’d never wanted that. So..learning how difficult it was or wasn’t hadn’t been an accomplishment made. 

[daince]

@hironojouken

He usually wasn’t the type of person to grow angry, and it wasn’t that he was- but after being hit in the back of the head not once, but twice, with a cluster of small pebbles well.. One could only assume how he felt about the matter. Being new here and not knowing a face that passed him was a good way to amplify his anxiety and with his nerves freshly rattled, he turns to the nearest person, a small pout of his lower lip forcing itself forward.

“ Are you hitting me with those?! “ 

[daince]

@kusamochilover

“ Greetings! Er..Uh..Hello? “ Language customs, often a thing he wasn’t particularly sure about. What might seem casual to him might be a little more personal or proper to someone else. Still, he would work to word what he wanted to inquire to the best of possibilities, brows giving a turn inward as he continued.“ Can you answer me..why there are sheep..ahh, everywhere? “

[daince]

uwaaa! the boy is in. this is a like for starter ad! i can’t tell you how big they’ll be but i’d assume from a sentence to a paragraph depending on how well i can focus! i won’t make a cap!