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HI. I’m not dead but a lot of things came up so I’ll probably be dropping the majority of my ongoing threads. I’m sorry! If you’d like to talk over how they were concluded, let me know.
I will likely be replying to the starters people wrote for me however. Thank you and again, I am sorry!
alchemister:
“If this was a beauty contest it would have ended since my summoning and saved everyone the trouble.”
There she is. That motherfucker, that tool.
“Found her.”
“ Sometimes you have to figure out for yourself what the pledge to protect others really means. ”
“Well said.”
“Nobody can define your purpose but you -- nor are they allowed to.”
☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
“Tea. It’s better for your health.”
He’s just an annoying Brit who loves his tea frankly
Random headcanon meme!
⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?
✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?
☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?
♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?
☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?
⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
☃ : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?
☂ : Does your muse like rain?
☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
🏨 : How well does your muse sleep?
❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?
☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?
♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?
♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?
📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?
♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?
εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?
☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?
ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?
✝ : Is your muse religious?
“ Every great war has its heroes. I’m just curious what kind you’ll be. ”
“A hero? Protecting the vulnerable is a duty anyone capable of doing so should uphold.”
“Heroes are for show. I don’t care for that. Fight for a cause, not a title.”
“ If we’re going to change it, why not change the whole thing? ”
“Easier said than done. One step is a start; you must have patience if you want to change anything, after all.”
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“ Bad things should happen to bad people. “ ” Rich tits always try for more than they deserve “ “ Whatever the truth is, that belief gives you power. ” “ Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life? ” “ I have seen the throne of the gods, and it was empty. ” “ I will not suffer even an unknowing rival. You must die! ” “ Tell me… where is your Maker now? Call him, call down his wrath upon me! You cannot. For he does not exist! ” “ Common ground is the start of all negotiations. ” “ Though darkness closes, I am shielded by flame. ” “ It spoke of judgement instead of acceptance. It should encourage the good in everyone, rather than rebuke us for our sins. No one should be turned away from our doors. No one is without worth. Whoever you are, whatever your mistakes, you are loved. Unconditionally. ” “ If we’re going to change it, why not change the whole thing? ” “ I’ve known mages. Some of them were better people than me. And yet I’m free and they’re not. It’s not right. ” “ Sometimes you have to figure out for yourself what the pledge to protect others really means. ” “ You are who you choose to follow. ” “ Took me years to understand what he meant. ” “ But wars are won by men. ” “ You inspire them. ” “ Build on that foundation, and you will have an army that makes nations tremble. ” “ We all need to believe there are such men in the world. ” “ I needed to believe I could be one of them. ” “ We could make the world better. ” “ It’s just easier to shut our eyes. ” “ It’s not right… to want to do good, to be good, and have that turned against you. ” “ At this moment, you are the only threat I see. ” “ How seldom does reality match the ideal. ” “ We must do so with open hearts and open hands. ” “ I see what must be done, and I do it! I see no point in running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. ” “ At some point, power becomes its own master. ” “ They will stand in the fire and complain that it is hot. “ “ I want to help. ” “ I used to be like you. I’m not anymore. You shouldn’t be either. ” “ They forgot about him. ” “ I came through to help… and I couldn’t. ” “ Isn’t it wonderful? ” “ Living a lie… it festers inside you, like poison. You have to fight for what’s in your heart. ” “ It’s my duty to stand with you. ” “ I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult. ” “ We’re a lot more fragile than we’d like to believe. ” “ Life isn’t about personal freedom. ” “ People don’t always tell the truth when you’re polite. ” “ We pick the ones willing to make the hard decisions… and live with the consequences. ” “ Every great war has its heroes. I’m just curious what kind you’ll be. ” “ No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying. ” “ I would not trade it for anything. ” “ I hope there’s a damn good punchline coming. ” “ The truly great ones can keep their distance. They don’t get attached to their people. ” “ I always wind up babysitting my informants and worrying about their families. ” “ Heroes are everywhere. I’ve seen that.” “ That’s beyond heroes. We’re going to need a miracle. ” “ For those who value survival, sentimentality is not an option. ” “ I’m never truly out of my element. ”
HI I’ve been busy but I’m going to try and start getting replies out tomorrow! Thank you for your patience.
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Some non-believers might say taking a portable easel and stool with you wherever you went was too far, but those people clearly weren’t familiar with inspiration. Not like her, one who wouldn’t dream of delaying design the moment it came to her, never mind resisting it.
Few things could distract her once she’d started no matter where it was, even a supermarket. Few things, except the familiar combination of a shock of red hair, purposeful stride and measurements she’d never forget.
“Ah! No way, Percival!”
The first familiar face she’d seen was certainly a relief, but that only raised more questions.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, I didn’t expect to see anyone here! Is everyone here..? I’m only just getting to grips with this story!”
There is an easel pointedly set up amidst the stalls. The passerbys seem to ignore it aside from the occasional glance -- he, however, does not. As he draws closer, a familiar pair of fuzzy ears suddenly peeks out from atop the canvas.
He can’t help but wonder why the supermarket has been a particularly eventful location for him.
The ears are accompanied by a boisterous voice he knows all too well. At the call of his name, Percival bites back a sigh -- his eyes widen with both surprise and dumbfoundedness as to what exactly he should do. And so he chooses to blink for a good few seconds, prior to somewhat calmly rushing up to her easel.
“You seem to have mistaken me for someone else. However...” A pause. “I admit that I’ve taken an interest in your work.”
Suddenly he grasps at a spare pencil she had left on the ledge -- it would soon be used to write an urgent message on her canvas.
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“You’d like to discuss this somewhere more private as well? Wonderful.” He prays that no one notes the vague irritation trickling up his throat; Korwa’s hand is rather aggressively taken into his own as he begins to lead her out of the marketplace.
The facade finally falters as they walk, and Percival’s voice drops to a hushed low.
“Is the Captain here with you? I haven’t seen anyone aside from you.”
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A witty response couldn’t come soon enough and Mushia was left fuming, her mallet dropping off her shoulder and hanging weakly in her hands. At least they were more concerned with her hammer and not what she had been planting with it. The small victory of keeping her strategy secretive was not worth hemorrhaging all of her pride however.
“Y-you’re just using a cheap enchantment! Don’t act like it was my fault you snuck up on me.” Feeling him draw closer she swung the hammer in the opposite direction with a huff to pull away her stance away from looking at him. “S-shut up!” Her blushing grew even more pronounced and one hand shot up to cover her mouth. Mushia started walking away and hoping they wouldn’t follow or stab her in the back, though the thought of either lent a tremble to her step. “You’ll not get anything from me until you turn off that… that aura.” Still without looking she still wagged the hammer behind her back accusingly.
How surprising it is that this ill tempered stranger had yet to attack him -- her mallet trails behind her, and yet not once does it graze across his armor. Percival doesn’t spare much mercy as he opts to nonchalantly follow her, fingers dancing across his chin.
“You’re strange.” he states. Enchantment? He hadn’t cast anything...or rather, he doesn’t recall casting anything. He didn’t, right? “But you’ve piqued my interest. Your technique is one of a kind...I can’t discern what exactly you’ve hammered into the ground, but I’d assume it’s augmented with something. I sense energy...hm.”
The woman refuses to face him, and at this rate it’s as though she’s fleeing from him. He can’t help but wonder if she truly does have a fever.
“Are you frightened? Tsk. I haven’t enchanted you with anything but even if I had, I wouldn’t call it ‘cheap’ if it were affecting you so deeply.”
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Bright blue eyes were fixated on a display case, the girl’s tiny fingers pressing against the window between her and the intricate tea set of her dreams. The white porcelain, the blue detailing… Alluka’s mind raced with visions of the tea parties she could hold with a set so beautiful!
Yet, there were two problems presented to her. One, there was no way she could spend her money on something so frivolous – her servant had talked about the importance of fru… What was that word? Oh, yes, frugality. It was a concept that a child born from wealth would naturally have trouble grasping. Even when with her brother, money had never been any sort of issue, so the very notion had never once crossed the eleven year old’s mind.
Alluka stood, grumbling as she thought hard about this conundrum when the second problem arose. Apparently, the shop owner had noticed the little girl peering into his window (as did plenty of pedestrians for her outfit made her hard to miss), and he was no fan of loiterers. According to the owner, she would have to buy something or stop getting smudges all over his window.
Alluka flustered, it was her immediate reaction. She hadn’t yet made up her mind on what to do, even though she had been standing there for over twenty minutes.
“Wait, no!” She sputtered. “I’m still thinking, it’s just so cute…”
Her voice, surprised as she was, came out louder than necessary, now drawing more attention from passersby. Oops.
Such an impudent man. He had merely passed by the shop in pursuit of ingredients for his Master’s, ah, bento -- and yet this shopkeeper had treated a mere child with so much...indignity. “Either buy something or stop smudging the damn window!”
The girl herself is a splash of color amidst the greys. Something about her exudes light in his eyes.
“Hoh?” Percival jeers, a bag of vegetables in one hand while his other remained at his hip. It subtly hovers over the sheath of his sword. “Is this how you treat your potential customers, let alone a child? Tch. It’s a miracle that you’ve somehow managed to get business at all.”
The man’s nostrils flare, his nose crinkling with anger -- he opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly interrupted.
“It would be a shame if people knew about this...your lack of professionalism should be made known to the public, after all. To go as far as to yell at a child...” The passerbys begin to chatter in place, observing the situation from a distance. The shopkeep’s face pales a bit.
“Perhaps you can be forgiven if you place,” Percival taps at the glass pane, clearly pointing at the china set “this tea set on hold for her...she can pay you within a month’s time. I guarantee it.”
At last, he looks down towards the young girl. His expression softens.
“What do you think?”
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“That should be the last of them…” Mushia slung the mallet after nailing down the final spikes she had planned to plant. Another to the west and then one more between the points to complete the symbol. Time to go back to her residence and begin carving again. To much of this blasted sunlight and her delicate skin would start to red anyway. Now just to hope that her servant brought her back the right type of stone. Turning to leave in the direction of the sunset, Mushia was slightly taken aback to learn she was being watched.
“Ha, have you never seen royalty before?” She could feel her cheeks glow a little at their stare. Thoughts of to what extent the stranger had been privy to her planning were pushed aside. Thankfully she was able to break eye contact for a second to snap the sleeves of her dress into her arms and turn away from then indignantly.
“K-know where to put your gaze low-blood, I’ll not to be gawked at.” A throwaway rebuke while she considered if they were using some sort of enchanting magic or if it was just the summer heat getting to her head. Or maybe they really were that attractive. Part of her wanted to look again to confirm it and a wiser part of her knew better.
She brings her mallet down with purpose, and holds her head high. It is respectable, he thinks, but not quite admirable yet.
Something is sorely lacking -- or perhaps he’s simply a critic who is far too accustomed to a life on the frontlines. Regardless, Percival does little more than simply observe. She turns to face him, only to then whip away immediately.
He smirks in response.
“Hm? It’d taken you...4 minutes to notice my presence. Had I been someone else, you wouldn’t be standing right now.”
Nobles. His kin was far too predictable. He laughs.
“Your movements are stilted and sluggish, but you’re clearly disciplined in some regard. A mallet of that size demands strength, after all.” And he saunters towards the stranger, craning his head to inspect her a bit more thoroughly.
“Are you sick? Or is that simply a modest streak I see?”
How endearing.
