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The Once-ler ❝This is it! This is the place!❞ House in Sector oo2 Veteran Mediator Affiliated with Citta-Alveare

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perbrona:

“Maybe I am looking to buy these. I always need a good pair of sunglasses to maintain the whole ‘cool guy’ image I have going.”

      HE’S really just exaggerating. Sort of.

“What are you-- like, twelve? Look kid, I hate to break it to you, but you’re never gonna be the “cool guy” in anyone’s books.”

“Not without a real cool marketing genius backing you up, anyway.”

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mangekyouillusionist:

“Tell me this.. Did that wish inspire you to move on to make your wish into a reality?  There is nothing I am trying to convince, but a point I wish to bring.  A wish inspires dreams, dreams inspires motivation, and that motivation makes the wish become reality.  Even the largest tree started from a simple seed.”

“Sure, I guess. If a guy gets disappointed by his wishes enough times of course he’s gonna go out there and make his own fortune. But I’m not gonna sell my hard work out to some ball of burning gas in the distance that never cared a lick about me. I don’t owe anything to baseless wishes.

“What kind of metaphor is that? You know how many saplings get choked out of the sunlight by already-towering trees every day? Or by a logger’s ax? That’s not how I plan to go out, let me tell you.”

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mangekyouillusionist:

“Sometimes, it takes a simple wish to push one’s own will or maybe even another.  A wish can inspire a lot more than you may think. Did you ever once hold a wish?”

“Sure, like maybe when I was seven. Grew out of that pretty quick. You gotta stop wishing and start doing. Seriously, who are you trying to convince here, exactly? When was the last time you had a star grant you a wish?”

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☼ $ᴜɴsᴘᴏᴛ

In spite of his alleged disdain for the events unfolding, the Once-ler himself was not exempt from scouring his home for the rumored silver star. Just such a trinket he gripped tightly in his palm en-route to a home he knew of well, his thoughts largely consumed by the vague wonder of what he would find there. Though, from those who had thoughts to contribute to the subject of Ava Ire, more questions were conceived than answers along the way.

Rumors aside, the bond he continued to share with the girl (he felt) remained strong. Or else, if their history together ceased to mean anything at all...

He spared a glance down to the silver star before catching himself in the act. And, squeezing it tightly in his hand, brought the balled fist up to knock upon the redhead’s door. Once. Twice. No answer...yet foolhardy curiosity drove his free hand to the doorknob, cracking it impatiently pending a few steps inside.

“Ava?” The entrepreneur called, a hand cupped to the side of his mouth as he wandered still further inward. His heart rate peaked at every shift of a shadow, willowy form bent in trepidation as he peeked around corners of the once-familiar home, disappointment curling in the pit of his stomach.

@thewrathwithin

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“You people are pretty quick to root all your faith in some piece of junk. Only kids still wish on stars and expect good things to come their way. The only profit you get out of life comes from working hard for it.”

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bewareforswear:

“Retail therapy?" For a girl that grew up on theft and had yet to un-learn a lot of it, the term sounded outlandish, but basic logic lead her to a logical conclusion as to it’s meaning. ”I mean, if you got the cash to burn who am I to stop you, right?“ She laughed a little, an awkward little sound but she didn’t expect him to enjoy her humor. She’d rather enjoy the adrenaline of a good heist, but whatever. 

”Sector 5 is where you wanna go, pretty boy, but I’m sure that was true back then too?“

‘Pretty boy’? Now there was one he hadn’t exactly gotten before. But he could stomach the taste of that leagues over the capitalist digs to which he was usually subject. So following an embarrassed scratch of the cheek did he continue onward with renewed confidence.

“Yeah, retail therapy. Y’know, just buying stuff to make you feel better. It’s kinda a drag showing up back here-- I’ve got places to be, so I mean...” He paused, hands forcibly wrenched from fiddling to occupy his hips instead. “Look, it’s not exactly like I had the time of my life the last time I was here. I thought I did my time in this city. You’d get it if you-- wait, how long have you been here, exactly?”

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lichtia:

@entreprenoir ❀

        {{☀}} Considering the princess’ solemn mood as of late the habitual visits to the home of the man she once loved was an unwise decision on her part. What she hoped to accomplish by strolling by daily was unknown to her. Perhaps, there was a notion that his sudden return was inevitable and she would somehow witness this spontaneous homecoming. The outlook was grim at best but the young monarch was painfully optimistic no matter her situation. 

         Although, perhaps her efforts were about to pay off on this particularly sunny afternoon. At first glance the estate looked vacant as it always did. Rapunzel was only moments away from passing his home altogether when the sound of running water reached her ears. Glancing up from the pavement she could see the rustling of leaves from the front garden. Tentatively she approached until the businessman’s taller frame came into view. He was turned away from her with a watering can in hand. 

         Frozen in place she could feel her eyes begin to sting with the promise of impending tears. She dared not move an inch at the chance that she might wake up from whatever dream this was. Swallowing hard she found her voice eventually, though it was raw with emotion. ❝Oncie?❞ It was more of a plea than a question. ❝Please tell me you’re really here…I-I don’t want to be dreaming.❞ Shoulders shook with a quiet sob as a hand raised to cup her mouth to prevent any further betrayal of her own heartache.

A hand propped upon his waist, it wasn’t long before the other swept the salt from his brow, a wearied sigh accompanying the motion. Thus far his efforts to get back on the right track (following a rather brutal lesson) since last he was here yielded little in the way of results. The bearer of a green thumb he was not. And yet, it was stubbornly that he continued to tend to the weary saplings just now springing from the earth beneath his feet.

If anything, it was a way to preoccupy a wearied mind. Rather than sit in silence and dwell upon that to which he had returned (not to mention everything he’d left behind), he had a project to which he could devote his time and efforts-- a distraction. Imagine his surprise, then, when a far more happy distraction from this distraction came around.

His name upon familiar lips caused the man to turn on a dime, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of leafy hues and a shock of golden hair to greet him. It took a pinch to convince himself he too wasn’t dreaming before the watering can slipped from his grip. And, seemingly as clumsily as the motion could be made possible, the Once-ler stumbled from the recesses of his garden towards the main pathway.

“Rapunzel? Hey--!” The exuberant warmth of a beaming smile rained down on the young woman as arms were swift to envelop her, a solid embrace holding the princess to his chest as he babbled on in glee. “Hey, hey, don’t cry! Come on, it’s okay. Oh man,” He paused, in close proximity now scarcely able to believe the woman for whom he’d harbored such affection was here. So with a hint of a sob which bordered more upon laughter, he spoke again. “It’s no dream-- honest! Rapunzel... Man, am I glad to see you...”

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opticallyenhanced:

“… Definitely more than that sorry excuse you call a suit. Honestly, who are you trying to fool, yourself? Because you’re doing a good job convincing yourself right now that suit of yours isn’t a crime against humanity.”

“You serious? Low blow, man. Anyway the marketing department (and my mom) said it’s my color so-- look, that’s not the point here! What are you, some kind of fashion critic?”

[opticallyenhanced]

“Admittedly, more people in this city simply means more targets. But then again, I doubt anyone in this city could ever afford my prices.” The assassin scoffed at the thought. “I doubt anyone has anything close to my asking price. I bet none of you could even afford my suit.”

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“How much are you willing to bet, exactly...?”

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Falling in line with a mass exodus from the department store as its doors were closed to the public for the day, the Once-ler had hardly a thought to spare for the faces passing him in the street. Instead, his focus was all spent on balancing the precariously-stacked purchases he’d obtained that day.

Only, at some point there appeared an immovable object in his way. Impatient with the mystery figure which had barred his path, an “excuse me” parted his lips. Yet, when met with nothing further, a glance around the load in his arms availed him of a familiar shock of red hair.

“Nat?” Boxes tumbled from his arms, one corner landing particularly roughly atop his toe. And, with a slight yelp, it wasn’t long that the entrepreneur spent hopping on one leg and gripping his toe before he lurched forward, slinging his arms around the woman opposite in greeting. “Oh man-- I never thought I’d see you again! You-- is that my thneed?” The brunette interrupted his own exclamation, leaning back just enough to spy the scarf tied at the woman’s throat.

@ubiytsar

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“So I wouldn’t normally be asking you this– like maybe if I was desperate.” The man notated with an ounce of laughter bordering upon the anxious. “But I’m looking for someone. A girl. Blonde, maybe about this tall. Long hair– like super long, you couldn’t miss it if you tried. Know anything about a girl like that?”

@fractilium

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“Wait-- stop! Hey--!” From the other side of the glass pane of a cafe the Once-ler could be seen, a tap of a balled fist accompanying the call. “Ari!” In desperation he sought the attention of the figure who was passing by on the outside, the ring of the door’s bell shortly announcing his hasty departure from the shop (much to the relief of his fellow patrons). And, before her now, he appeared almost out of breath in his elation, a broad smile alighting his features.

“Y-you’re here. I thought all the familiar faces I knew would be gone.”

@numinal

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“Not to totally come out of left field at you here, but say a guy needed a bit of retail therapy and had the cash to spend, where would you suggest?” The CEO inquired, his posture very clearly reading as someone who was fed up with this city in its entirety. “A lot’s changed since I was here last. But you seem like a gal who would know her stuff.”

@bewareforswear

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“I don’t believe it. No. Literally, I don’t believe it.” The Once-ler stated unconvincingly, arms folded tightly where he stood before a cracked mirror on display (the likes of which he was undoubtedly at fault for).

“But say I did...do I throw salt over my shoulder orrr...? What’s the procedure for getting rid of that kind of bad luck, exactly?”

(He totally believed it.)

@tenebrisexordium

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“Look, I’m not telling you how to live your life, but it really isn’t that bright out there-- much less in here. The only excuse for wearing shades indoors is if you’re trying them on intending to buy them or something.”

@perbrona

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It may be Meme Sunday, but now that Oncie’s back in Hive City here’s a mini starter call! This isn’t his first round at the rodeo so prep for some cynicism. I’ll cap at 3, but uncapped for old friends/enemies, and anyone from an animated film have at it!

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bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.