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"Torn by the dread of night..." 315,690G Citizen of Pelago Islands

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[bttp] Duel || Forte & Elliott

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forte-days-and-knights‌:

Was it hopeless? Was she doomed to never land another hit? How long would Elliot hold this over her head? She could feel the fatigue setting in, making her arms feel heavy. This used to be a welcome feeling after a long day of training with her father. Now it made her anxious.

A last-ditch effort, maybe something would stick. Knowing how tired she began feeling, Forte threw her entire body toward Elliot, shoulder first. If she could just knock him over, maybe she’d have enough of an upper hand to pin him down and disable him.

Or punch him. She could punch him, too.

She wouldn’t know until she tried though, and she definitely couldn’t give up. As much as she didn’t want to lose, at least there was honor in fighting until the end.

He expected her to go with her standard tactics at this point - a punch here, a punch there.

Something about the way she lunged her entire body forward caught him by surprise, and even when he attempted to shift out of the way she clipped him finally, sending him to the ground. Dust stirred around them as he threw an arm up to shield his face, in case she intended to do worse. “About time!”

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Fireworks || Iris & Elliott

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flowerpowernovelist‌:

Iris laughed a little at his first response, but hummed thoughtfully when he revised it. Two hours was plenty of time to get ready, perhaps even time to throw something nice together to bring with them. “Two hours I can do, I think. Ample time to freshen up. Maybe even time for a surprise or two. I doubt you’d mind waiting a moment or so, if I bribe you with sweets, now would you?”

“You may bribe me with your sweet voice alone, and I would be placated,” he teased. “Two hours, and not a moment sooner or later, then, my love~” Perhaps that was a bit too cheeky, but he could hardly be blamed, could he? “Until then!”

Time flew, quite quickly, while Elliott considered outfits, donned one and then another, before he finally settled on a final design - one that didn’t quite highlight how...how horrendously short his hair was. Goddess. He turned from the mirror and set out toward the ferry, determined to push it far from his mind.

By the time he arrived at her island - and house at that - precisely two hours had indeed passed, and he knocked on the door and waited patiently for her to answer.

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[bttp] Duel || Forte & Elliott

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Better? How was that better?

Frustration showed in little growls in between hits and misses, something she didn’t quite realize she was doing. Later she might think back on it and be a little embarrassed, but for now she was simply angry. If he wanted it again then fine, she would oblige. Even with the muscle fatigue setting in, she put all she could into another swing. She couldn’t give up, if she did she might never hear the end of it.

Another swing. Another slap of her hand away.

“Forte.” There was a hint of a growl in his tone - rare, but impossible to ignore. “Again.”

Toying with a teenager was the worst idea possible. If anyone walked outside right now and saw how fervently she was throwing violence at him - and how he barely seemed like he’d lost his breath - he could only imagine how that would go.

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Blossom in the Woods || Oracle & Elliott

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Elliott reached a bizarre point in his life recently - where he began to wonder if he might be stagnating. Odd, really, how things weren’t giving him as much pleasure as they used to. So what if he owned several businesses, including one on its own private island? So what if he had a frankly exorbitant amount of money that he was unsure how to spend?

Strangely, money didn’t seem to be buying him the utter happiness that he desired.

When was the last time he’d published something? When did he last sign a book for a customer? When had he last felt a new protagonist take wing in his heart?

His solemn thoughts led him to walk through Fugue Forest, deeper and further than he’d ever been before, until he came across a...a strange building. He drew to a stop outside of it, brow furrowed. Surely someone hadn’t seen something so deep within the forest in centuries!

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Activity Check 9/1 - PASSED

STARTING TOTAL: 330,690 G

EXPENSES:

No living expenses (owns a home and a boat)

INCOME:

3,500G (boss/owner of The Blue Pearl w/ menu)

3,000G (boss/owner of Good Vibrations w/ menu)

1,500G (owner of The Pink Paradise w/menu)

1,500G (owner of Pelican Publishing w/ menu)

1,500G (main job - Good Vibrations)

1,000G (part-time job - The Blue Pearl)

1,000G (part-time job - The Pink Paradise)

2,000G (UPI graduate - 500G per workplace)

TOTAL: 345,690G

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All Theatrics || Elliott & Russell

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bespectaclednerd‌:

Of course, Russell had no idea of Elliott’s thought pattern and certainly hadn’t meant the words the way they had been taken. He followed Elliott inside and to their seats. 

“I don’t think anyone came for that view,” Russell agreed with a grin.

A drink. It was hard to say no to one, and he was supposed to be having a good time tonight. “A white wine, please.” 

“Then it will be my pleasure to treat you, Russell,” Elliott said warmly, old habits making him give a slight bow the second he stood to his feet and hurried away with a confidence that parted the people coming in his direction without him even having to look at them.

He returned in short order with a glass of white wine and a rich dark lager, and he sat before he offered the glass to Russell. “The finest they had available. I hope you enjoy it!”

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Finding The Center || Kai & Elliott

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summertidesun‌:

Huh. It wasn’t often Kai found someone throwing punches and kicks on the beach. Initially, he came out here for a stroll, to have time to himself to think, consider what he was doing here and if he wanted to stay. There were quite a few reasons to stay and, he felt, just as many to leave. Even if he hadn’t thought of himself as putting down roots, The Frying Pan was part of what was keeping him here. He was sure the staff wouldn’t be interested in traveling abroad. 

For the moment, he was definitely stuck here, and that wasn’t bad, but what about the future? 

Seeing this guy out here reminded him of the woman who taught him the secrets to cooking, the ones that let him draw out new powers. Magic and monsters were abundant in these isles and he’d had plenty of chance to practice with both. His hand to hand combat? Not so much since he hadn’t the need to fight hand to hand in a while. Not since the pirates that liked to board his boat.

Coming back to the present, Kai realized the guy was finished and he’d simply been staring. Grinning sheepishly, Kai scratched the back of his head and waved. “Hey, those are some pretty cool moves.”

Odd, really, how the realization that someone was staring - and a handsome man at that - alleviated some of the tension sitting heavily in Elliott’s chest. Old habits died hard. If even one person might find interest in himself, then it made the inevitable - when everyone he cared about faded into the shadows - that less frightening.

Always some way to bounce back.

“I’m pleased that you enjoyed them,” Elliott said, beaming as brightly as the sun. “Do you have an interest in martial arts, sir?”

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Troublemaker || Elliott & Soseki

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arigatosmiles‌:

Elliott’s words and actions were always playful and not serious, but it always felt a little weird to Soseki considering they didn’t have the kind of relationship that warranted kisses on hands and whispered words. It was just the type of person Elliott was, however, and Soseki usually smiled through it. 

“Sure, sure,” Soseki nodded. “Maybe one day.” One day seemed like it would be a very far off day but he supposed you never knew what the future held. 

Soseki waved his hand at him, pretending to shoo him away. “Now let me work, you troublemaker.”

Ah, the exact reaction he wanted, yes, excellent - that patient smile paired with the sheer tolerance in Soseki’s eyes. Elliott only beamed as he began walking away. “If you must work, then do, I suppose. But remember...” He wiggled his fingers like a ghost, his voice going soft and mysterious. “Remember what else awaits you, if you only-”

Someone ran into him at that moment, knocking him out of Soseki’s sight immediately. An appropriate end for Elliott.

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Fireworks || Iris & Elliott

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flowerpowernovelist‌:

“If it was a trouble, I wouldn’t have offered,” Iris said mildly. She uncurled from her place on the couch, thinking that she was certainly going to have to change. She was in comfortable clothes, to be sure, but not going out clothes. And she was sure Elliott would be looking dashing as always. “I’ll be ready, then. How soon do you think you’ll be coming by?”

That would make the difference between making something and taking a selection of the many goodies they had around the house.

“Immediately,” Elliott said, if only to be an asshole, then chuckled. “My boat to you will arrive in...an hour and a half, I suppose. Add on half an hour for me to change clothes...let’s call it two hours, then, if that’s all right with you? Or is that too soon for you to prepare to see my handsome face in your doorframe, mm?”

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caffeinated companionship | elliott + sebastian

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obsidiansashimi‌:

◤ Hell yeah, I’m a badass. That’s a good conclusion to come to after this entire conversation. ◢

◤ “Huh-?” Damn, that much time has passed? Sebastian blinks at his phone clock and makes a small, incredulous noise. “Yeah, yeah let’s do it again. Sounds like a dream.” I’m not sure if you feel lighter because of me, or because of you talking some, but I’m not about to spoil the moment. ◢

◤ “Same here, y’know?” ◢

Odd how a young man who seemed so determined to hold him at bay, in a way - fleeting words that essentially meant ditto and such - still made Elliott feel so...valued. Cherished.

He wasn’t eager to let that feeling slip away.

“Then until I kidnap you away again.” He beamed as he stood up, rested a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder warmly for just a moment, then strode away. “Be safe going home,” he tossed over his shoulder.

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We Meet Again || Jake & Elliott

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[ ⚔ ] — It was obvious the other was mocking him, a clear attempt to rile him up, tug at his infamously short temper, and sabotage him with his own recklessness. Tch, amateur move. Or maybe Jake was just overthinking it. Either way, he’d be careful not to step into any obvious pitfalls.

“Should ask you the same. If you’re so damn ready, why not come at me?” He shoots back, but doesn’t give the man any chance to respond as he suddenly lunges forward.

Jake was focused on his target, confident that he wouldn’t miss as he swings his sword forward… and somehow — somehow — ends up stumbling over a random clump of dirt on the ground, quickly managing to regain his bearings, but missing Elliott entirely. Fuck. Well so much for trying to get the jump on him.

The ironic thing is how he doesn’t even need to dodge Jake - instead the man tripped over his own feet and flew past him. Incredible. And this was the man who fought beside him so determinedly in the tournament?

Unfortunately Elliott was no better. He tried to get the drop on Jake as the half-elf swept by, but he was so taken aback by the utter failure that instead he spun in a complete circle, his fist swinging over Jake’s head far too quickly.

Well. Who said that he needed to take things gently for a practice session anyway? “Nice,” he tossed off with a chuckle. “Absolutely stunning. Is that how you won your girl, with those skills?”

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[bttp] Duel || Forte & Elliott

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Forte let out a frustrated growl when he grabbed her. It seemed like she couldn’t land one damn hit. His advice didn’t help either. She was practically on the verge of an anger-fueled white-out, and being told she was trying to hard definitely didn’t help.

Trust my fucking instincts? I’m not a fucking martial artist, I haven’t trained nearly as much in hand-to-hand.

Her instinct at this point was to grab him by the damned throat and squeeze until he passed out, but the object wasn’t to kill him. She was shorter, smaller, and slower than her opponent, and her sword was halfway across the yard. Gods, and she was mad, which she knew wasn’t helping. She just really wanted to hit him now.

Fine, I won’t think about it, I’ll just start throwing punches.

He was close enough, Forte ducked down a little to charge, hoping to basically sucker punch him. At that point she just wanted to knock that smug man down.

Whatever Forte expected when she threw that punch, it didn’t happen. He slapped her hand aside like it was nothing with a sharp huff, his eyes sparking.

“Better. Again.” Was this what helped her? Outright insulting her?

It shouldn’t amuse him so much. If all she’d needed to make her hit him was being mocked, then he could’ve started that an hour ago.

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Activity Check 8/18 - PASSED

-hiatus pass-

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“Two Flirts and a Horse” Camping Trip 2018 - Tents (incomplete) Elliott/Alicia/Dylas What a motley crew they were. All with long, luxurious hair. One with breasts that seemed ready to take over the room. One with a scowl that spoke of apparent discomfort. And Elliott, looking...generally perf...

Camping Trip 2018 (tents, incomplete)

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“Spiderman 3 Dance” Camping Trip 2018 - Expedition Elliott/Sam/Sebastian Time away with the two Callaways was...oddly soothing. Elliott had plenty of time to bond with Sebastian in the past - saving each other's lives tended to work in that favor - but Sam? Not a bad guy either. Sebastian ch...

Camping Trip 2018 (expedition, complete)

@obsidiansashimi @musicalsunshine

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Activity Check 7/21 - PASSED

-hiatus-

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caffeinated companionship | elliott + sebastian

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obsidiansashimi:

◤ “24.” Ugh, he sounds old. But since when did being 24 make someone feel old? Maybe it’s because he’s still not the most successful adult and it’s just all… tiring. ◢

◤ Sebastian’s head feels cloudy, stuffed up now. He feels like he needs to poke a hole in his head to relieve the pressure. We just need to try. That’s it. Just try, and things will end up okay. If only it were that easy to believe that. “Yeah, yeah we can try.” The hand squeeze isn’t commented on, but it feels nice. He’s not the best with stuff like that, but he knows that it’s comforting despite his inability to express that. ◢

◤ “A venus fly trap is fuckin’ metal. I’m glad I get a carnivorous plant.” He smiles. “Makes me look like a badass.” ◢

Elliott laughed - and, after the tension in his smile before, this felt genuine. A legitimate happiness toward this young man.

His friend. And what a person to call his friend, really. He wasn’t quite sure he deserved Sebastian’s company, but...he was too selfish to let this man very far out of his sight.

“It suits you. You are a badass,” he drawled. He looked down at his watch and sighed. “Well. I need to be getting on my way, I’m afraid, but...” He locked eyes with Sebastian and smiled to make sure he knew there was a genuine request in his words. “We must do this again sometime. More frequently. I feel oddly...lighter, thanks to you.”