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Just a heads up, Al’s being moved to a new blog during today/ this weekened. Any threads will be carried over there and this blog will be archived
xmemoriia:
“ I see. ”
Fair enough, that, and a kind gesture, to boot. Maybe that’s enough to take the edge off─ maybe. He’ll try to calm his nerves, at least. He just woke up, and it’s a bad idea to run his energy down so quickly out in the wilds.
“ Thank you, then. I appreciate it. ”
Warm as it is, he endeavors to peel the cloak off his shoulder and hand it back to her. The sun’ll do well enough, now.
“ Ah… I guess you could say that. I’m from this world; I just don’t live around here. ”
He caught that near-slip of hers, though it doesn’t raise any red flags, exactly. He’s been through different dimensions; he knows well that they exist. That said, though, he doesn’t mention that he’s something of a wanderer, himself. He hasn’t lived in one place since he was a child, really…
“ My name’s Shade, by the way. ”
With his wording, she knows he caught her mishap. Perhaps it was obvious she wasn’t of this world. No matter, it was broad enough and he isn’t pushing it.
All is well in her eyes.
Al gives a nod of acknowledgement to newfound facts, recording them so that she’ll never forget,”Thank you, Shade...if I may ask..what is this world’s name.” While she was here, she might as well learn as much as she can before she ends up returning to her cottage,”I have already tried exploring this portion..however it appears I’m finding myself more lost than a mouse in a maze.”
As a heads up...this blog will either be moved to become it’s blog or get a huge revamp
I go through pain alone. I overcome it alone
I have the temptation to redesign this dork already a bit..or more outfits
rp sentence starters - 5 w’s
WHO?
“ Who are you? “
“ Who are you really? “
“ Who was that? “
“ Who’s there? “
“ Who am I? “
“ Who cares? “
“ Who knows? “
WHAT?
“ What’s going on? “
“ What are you? “
“ What just happened? “
“ What do we do now? “
“ What are you doing here? “
“ What do you know about me? “
“ What do you know about them? “
“ What the hell? “
“ What happened to you? “
“ What happened to us? “
WHEN?
“ When did this happen? “
“ When did you get that bruise? “
“ When did all of this start? “
“ When are you going to start telling the truth? “
“ When did you first start lying to me? “
“ When can I see you again? “
“ When’s dinner? “
“ When are we gonna get there? “
WHERE?
“ Where am I? “
“ Where are we? “
“ Where are we going? “
“ Where are you going? “
“ Where have you been all this time? “
“ Where have I been? Uh… See… I can explain… “
“ Where were you when I needed you? “
WHY?
“ Why did you do that? “
“ Why are we doing this again? “
“ Why are you doing this? “
“ Why did you hit me? “
“ Why did you kill them? “
“ Why do you hate me? “
“ Why do you love me? “
“ Why don’t we ever talk anymore? “
“ Why do I love you? “
“ Why did you do something so stupid? “
“ Why are you up so late? “
don’t offer me the L I G H T ,
when I only know the DARKNESS.
I was raised to be CHARMING not SINCERE
Reblog this is your muse has straight up actually died
nogoodnessimproveme:
Optional: they’ve returned from the dead
ainsiba:
Her energy level had gone from ’slump’, to completely dumbfounded; utterly baffled by how a magical item ( in her opinion ) could be constructed with everything but magic. It seemed so far-fetched, and even out of this world.
To think that mankind had ascended to such a degree of knowledge, that rivaled even the advancements of her own people; alchemists were rare to find, in Arali; ( unless you wished to perish just to search for one ). Almost as though she is a child now realizing the potential behind this opportunity, Anzu would’ve never forgiven herself if she chose to decline the younger’s offer.
❝If such is truly the case, Al … then I definitely don’t see as to why I shouldn’t try it. I would be honored if you taught me — and a queen does not often say so!❞ Out of pride.
This feeling...was it....
Joy?
Happiness?
Pride?
The feeling in her chest made her feel...such a strange feeling as she looked at Ashurina bound back to the energy she had once felt from her. Still, she has fixed her mistake and she shall pursue what she intends to do.
“One will never know unless they try...I admire your willingness and resolve,” She once more gives a curtsy before she continues to speak,”It would be an honor for me to teach you, Miss Ashurina...I shall show you what I know.”
...Alchemy could be considered magic..but there’s different kinds of alchemy
For this..they should start simple..
The grimoire mutters to her silently...yet she ignores it.
“..If you wish, I may bring you to my home..or some would say..my atelier.”
amaranthineshadow:
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that~?”
The darkness swirled around AI once again, examining her as she smirked at the compliment.
“You come to this dimension where I belong but ask me what brings me here~?”
“...I suppose it is rude of me to do so,” There’s a slight bow to her head,”Forgive me, Miss Eclipse.” Perhaps it was indeed so,but alas her curiosity got the best of her.
Still...
“..I suppose you can say I’m lost, which is the best way to put it,” Al had explained to the mysterious women. She knows the darkness is swirls, yet she pretends not to notice.
Eclipse was an enigma..one that poked at her curiosity. And the grimoire...it whispered, whispered and whispered...
Learn more...
“I was on a walk...before I realized it, I came here, Miss Eclipse.”
Working on replies x.x so sorry to everyone
xmemoriia:
He hears the rustle of the brush behind him as she emerges and turns to face her, though he’s not quite expecting to see… well, her. Specifically, it’s the blindfold that throws him. She seems to be able to see well enough in spite of it─ maybe it’s not as opaque as it looks.
She seems polite enough, though that’s not saying anything about the amount of trust he places in her: it’s still zero. She must be powerful somehow─ a mage, perhaps─ if she’s made it all the way out here, and just because she hasn’t attacked him yet doesn’t mean she won’t later.
…It’s absurd, how on edge he is, but he can’t just quash the unease he feels; doing so in the past has proven a terrible mistake.
“ Um… yes? ”
Warm, certainly. His attention returns to the cloaks, albeit briefly, and then returns to the woman before him.
“ Who’re you? ”
A fair question that was. She doesn’t mind if her deed goes thankless, nay that is now how she ‘was’ taught to be. The doll gives full attention, despite the blindfold covering her eyes.
After all..while a blindfold, she was not blind nor did it blind her.
But back to his question...
“My given name is Al, gentle sir,” Al introduced herself to the taller long haired man,”I am just a wanderer at the moment. I’m not around from here.” She’s blunt and straight forward with him in that manner, but holds back what she exactly was,”I happened to see you sleeping near where I had taken a nap..and with the weather, I gave you my cloak.”
With that, she examines him.
“..Are you by chance, a local of this w...place, gentle sir?”
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xmemoriia:
He’s out of it entirely, and though he shifts a bit with the added weight of the cloak, the warmth alone is enough to cast him deeper into sleep. He’s used to spending nights out in the cold─ he has been for years─ but he’d never deny how luxurious it was to sleep comfortably. Regardless, even with the distant howl of beasts causing him to stir every once in a while, it’s not until the dawn breaks over the horizon and brings with it the white-gold light of morning sun that he wakes enough to realize that he’s somehow acquired an extra garment.
He releases the wisps of fire from their hold on this world and turns his attention to his surroundings with anxious fervor, all too aware that the cloak around his shoulders indicates that he’s not alone. It’s not his, after all, and thoughts of what could have been rush like turbulent rapids in his mind─ whoever it is out there could very well have killed him, considering how deep asleep he’d been.
Without so much as a conscious effort, his hand comes up to cover his throat.
He doesn’t see the woman beneath the tree─ she blends in perhaps too well, stands perhaps too obscured. Regardless, he’s hoping that whoever it was who chanced upon him last night isn’t still in the area, and he knows it’s irrational, the fear settling heavily in his gut, but it doesn’t matter much.
Somehow, he suspects that the stranger, whoever they may be, will want their cloak back.
Al is awake when she sees him stir and slowly awaken. The doll had stayed up all night, preventing any sort of danger that might have come to close to the once slumbering man. It wasn’t all too boring considering this is quite normal for her to be able to stay up for such long amounts of time.
“..?”
She witnesses his sudden movement, watching him turn and twist with anxiety and perhaps..fear? Why was he feeling such things..? Shouldn’t he be more relaxed than those? What an odd human being...maybe this might be a good idea to make herself known.
“..Have you slept well, gentle sir?” From her tree, Al speaks. She moves, arms taking hold of one side each of the hole before gracefully pulling herself out,”..I hope I was able to keep you warm through the chilly night.” And then there’s a curtsy. The doll doesn’t ask for her cloak back, nay. She instead waits for him to answer.
amaranthineshadow:
“AI~?”
She let the two letters roll off her tongue a few times. Such a short name for an interesting doll. Kudo’s to the maker or them for such a small name. Such a cute doll.
“My name~?”
Her tapping and humming echoed from the darkness as she took in another curtsy. Seriously, this doll was giving it all. But they didn’t seem deadly or fairy-like, so she was willing to take a risk.
“Eclipse. Or on a more personal level; Elvira.”
“Eclipse...Elvira...”
The names roll of her tongue with ease. Both seemed to fitting for someone who had stayed in the shadows, who had the darkness under their will.
Someone who was that powerful...
“It’s a pretty name, Miss Eclipse.” She spoke out, not wanting to keep the woman in the shadows waiting for a response,”..If I may indulge myself, Miss Eclipse..what brings you here..?”