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knollknelling‌:

Knoll slips through the door hurriedly when the woman opens it for him, not wanting to leave her waiting. Once they’re both inside, he gives her a faint smile, trying to piece together how he’s expected to act. He’s never been the best at social graces, especially when they’re suddenly thrust upon him– but he feels he owes her this at least, as an apology for practically running her down.

He glances up at the menu, the array of various options dizzying him. What– what is a kiwi? Is that a food item? It must be, if it’s on the menu.

So distracted is he by the menu items that he almost misses when the woman speaks to him. “Uh,” he says, dumbly, running what he heard over and over in his head until it resolves itself into words. “Oh! I am Knoll, from– from Magvel. Um. Minfilia?” he repeats, trying to mimic her delicate pronunciation.

Then something else from what she’s said catches his attention. “Eor– Eorzea?” he asks. “I actually– if it’s the same place, I’ve met someone from there, here. Her name is Hilda. She’s from Ish… Ishgard.” Only then does it occur to him that Hilda might not want strangers being told about her, and he feels a stab of panic. He tries to swallow it down, unable to do anything about it now. He’ll just have to apologise to Hilda next time they meet. Or he could even shoot her a message on the holophone.

Knoll shuffles his feet, trying to think of a way to keep talk flowing. “Um,” he says. “Do you… Do you know what… a kiwi is?”

Knoll... A pleasant name. She had never heard of Magvel, as she anticipated, but that he had heard of Eorzea took her by surprise. And he knows someone from Ishgard! To think there is someone else from Eorzea, but she’s from Ishgard. Minfilia wants to ask more questions, to be sure, but Knoll seems uncomfortable instantly. Not one for gossip, then, that’s fine. She says, “There is a place called Ishgard where I’m from. ‘Tis bitter cold, and unwelcoming to outsiders. I’d quite like to meet this Hilda, if she is from my world.”

Minfilia wrinkles her nose at the question. “A kiwi? I cannot imagine what that could be.” She follows Knoll’s gaze to the drink menu. “Kiwifruit Bubble Tea. A fruit, then...” She mumbles.

Deciding they won’t get anywhere gawking like the foreigners they are, she decides to try honey milk tea and a cherry chocolate tart. She turns to Knoll, saying, “I can order for you - currency does not seem to matter overmuch here.”

#knoll01

commerceprotocol

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#reference #inventory #How cute...!

drownedcoward‌:

What was with people here and saying words that are definitely not real. Senri sort of got what she is trying to say. These Padjals could communicate with plants? Like Kakeru? Healing? Senri can’t do that, not like Koharu.

The orb of water still hovers between his hands. It definitely it isn’t sea water, he’s not sure if he can control the kind of water he makes anyway. It shouldn’t be hard to keep it in the air, it’s not that much, but still his hands shake. Even this, he can’t even do this.

“It’s not that great,” Senri says quickly. If she thinks it’s this amazing she might want something. Was this a mistake? “I can’t do much. I can’t heal anyone, I can barely do what I’m supposed to.” If he could convince her of that, of the truth, then she’d see he was useless. She wouldn’t expect anything of him.

But, she seems so nice. That could be how she gets you, but she could just be a nice person.

Minfilia’s expression turns toward concern. She had certainly made the boy feel worse. She can feel him creeping toward fear, and wonders where she had made a misstep.

Perhaps his ability was not conjury, but some sort of offshoot? Surely Eorzea, nor even all of Hydaelyn, had not discovered all there was to magic.

“I apologize. I wanted to -” She begins, and then pauses to clear her head. To gather her words. Carefully, she says, “You looked upset about your ability, like you did not want others to see you using it. I did not mean to presume their measure. I only wanted you to... To feel better, I suppose.”

She looks at the sea, then the tide pool. Perhaps he would feel better if she revealed to him her Echo ability? Looking back toward him, she says, “I’m afraid I have nothing to show you in return. My ability is much less apparent - I can feel what others feel, their emotions. It can be overwhelming, in crowded places. Birds can feel surprisingly strongly.”

#senri01

jovialcontrarian‌:

Oh excellent, a ready and willing teacher. If the Contrarian was feeling charitable, perhaps he might wait until the second game before attempting to start an argument.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Minfillia. You may call me Mayor, if you like. The title was my most recent achievement before being brought here, I’m rather proud of it.”

He moves his hands to the wheels of his chair to make ready to depart.

“I would love a lesson, thank you. Shall we go and find an empty table?” his smile is affable and polite, for the moment, at least.

Finding a suitable table, Minfilia takes a seat, spreading the cards in front of her. She considers getting straight to the rules, but allows curiosity to get the better of her. “Mayor... Of course. I must confess to not hearing of such a title before, but that may be due to the difference in our universes. What were the duties of a Mayor, if I may ask?”

#contrarian01

phthalovoid‌:

“These days, yes,” Delilah says, glancing over at the woman. “I painted professionally for a time, but… then my career went in a rather different direction. And then…” she gestures around them. “All this happened.” She puts down her brush then to shake the woman’s hand, smiles at her wryly. “My name is Delilah. It’s good to meet you.”

She sets down her palette too, after a moment’s thought. “Do you live in this building? I must admit, I think this is my favorite area of the whole place. Lots of peace and quiet, lots of beauty to capture on paper.” She gestures around them. She includes Minfilia in that sweep of her hand, mouth twisting into an easy smile.

Minfilia flushes, despite herself. She is not naive enough to miss Delilah’s intent. Not an unwelcome comment, certainly - Delilah is quite handsome, and Minfilia feels drawn to her already. And if she were allowed such a casual flirtation anywhere, certainly a world in the margins of universes would be the place.

"Yes,” Minfilia says, with a smile of her own, “All of this is a bit of a detour for everyone, isn’t it? I must say it is not an unpleasant one. I live in the Sea of Nectar, the area with the sun and the beaches. Have you had a chance to visit? ‘Tis lovely, though I have found something lovely everywhere I go, it seems.”

#delilah01

drownedcoward‌:

He glances back at her, trying to not directly meet her eyes. She could tell? Is she patronizing him? Making fun of him? It doesn’t feel like it, it’s like she’s asking because she actually cares.

“I guess you could say that,” Senri mumbles a bit, “I mean, it’s easy. For me, anyway.”

He’s not sure how much he should tell her, how much he should give away. She is an adult and she also is just a person, and people want things. They always want things. But, this place has plenty of water, plenty of food, plenty of everything. He isn’t needed like that. He doesn’t have to be a commodity, a lifeline, a water spout.

“I know you can’t actually talk to water,” he starts, not wanting to seem childish, “It feels like it though. It’s better company than most people I know. I don’t know how to explain it that well.” How would he even go about explaining it? It’s like breathing to him. Sometimes he wonders if this is how Kakeru feels about plants but he always decides he doesn’t care that much. Koharu definitely doesn’t feel this way about fire. Mikoto’s shields are just energy (he thinks) so she probably doesn’t have any connection to them. Even if his powers aren’t as amazing as their’s, at least he has this.

Why is he doing this, he thinks before he actually does it. It’s dangerous, letting this woman he just met see this. He wants to explain though, he wants to show her exactly what he means.

“I’m going to show you something, but you can’t tell anyone else,” he’s looking straight at her now, despite how uncomfortable it feels, “It’s a secret.”

How should he go about this? It’d be easier just to lift water from the pools, but he doesn’t want to send ripples through the pool and with how fuzzy he’s been feeling lately he probably doesn’t have the energy to stop that from happening. And that doesn’t feel like showing her, not really. He lifts his hands, fingers spread out, facing each other.

Senri never considers where exactly the water comes from. Is he creating it? Is he stealing moisture from the air? He’s sure he’s created more water in one place then moisture could provide. It’s a little scary thinking he could do that. Still not as impressive as anything anyone else can do, especially since he can do so little.

In between his hands, he creates a small orb of water. It forms slowly, gathering water as it rotates. He can feel a vague headache coming and his throat tightens. He ignores it and just concentrates, doesn’t look at the woman, just focuses on keeping the orb aloft.

The boy is nervous, skittish. She watches, as he conjures - for it must be conjury - a ball of water out of almost nothing, out of air.

Minfilia had never studied any form of magic, had never wanted to be on the front lines. But magic was all around her in Eorzea. Conjury, though based in Gridania, was a prized skill all over. The idea that this boy would keep it a secret gave her pause, but he surely wouldn’t be so nervous if he was showing her the equivalent of a card trick. What had happened to him?

Minfilia presses her hands together, gathering her thoughts. She speaks carefully, “Where I am from, there is a great forest called the Twelveswood. The Twelveswood is protected by the Padjals, who can communicate with the Elementals of the forest. They know when the forest is healthy and when it is hurting. They let Conjurers have a piece of the Elementals’ power, to heal others.”

Minfilia turns back to the boy and smiles encouragingly. “That is what I think of, when I see your power. Whatever anyone told you about what you can do, I think it is a wonderful thing.”

#senri01 #(minfilia in her infinite magnanimity redacting the fact that padjals suck)

apologies for my absence! it might be a day or two before i get to replies again, my semester is ending soon so i’m finishing up the last of my projects. ty for understanding! ☆

#ooc;; can you hear me?

inkxlenses

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#place

ritsual

Pete McBride, Cartagena, Colombia. People stroll through an illuminated courtyard with a cafe at night.

#place

knollknelling‌:

Oh she wants– She wants to eat with him. Well. It could be worse, Knoll thinks. She seems nice enough, and if she scolds him for his inattention over a cup of tea, well, at least Knoll will have a cup of tea. And besides, if she’s a new arrival to this place then Knoll might be able to help her adjust. His own encounter with Hilda had been pivotal to helping him understand this place better; if he could pass that experience on to someone else, then so much the better.

“…If you think me suitable company, I would be happy to join you,” Knoll says politely. He hesitates a moment, then adds, “Should you have any questions about this place, I might be able to help you answer them…? I have been here–” a quick mental tally, then a grimace at the result “–a little over two months now.” He looks up at her for a second, then scrambles to say “I mean, I was helped greatly by others when I first came, s-so I wished to extend that same favour.” He hopes she won’t think he was implying she seemed like she needed help.

"More than suitable, I should think.” Minfilia says, encouraging. She opens the door for him, motioning him inside. “That’s quite a long time to be here. I arrived, oh, a few weeks ago I believe. As I said, I have yet to speak to many, not in person at least. I would be glad for the help of someone more experienced.”

Once inside, she scans the large and colorful menu above the counter. Strawberries again, who had ever heard of such a thing? She turns to Knoll, about to ask what he would like, when she remembers something important. "Ah, in my carelessness I forgot to ask for your name. I am Minfilia, of Eorzea, though I assume you have never heard of such a place.”

#knoll01

drownedcoward‌:

Oh great, she thinks he’s a five year old. At least it’s better than what the adults in his village did. He’ll take this weird softness over the threats and yelling any day.

“Politics? Do you work for The World?” Senri still hasn’t parsed the exact make up of this… place. It’s all really confusing. Will she even know what The World is? But, if you’re in politics you have to know, right?

“Oh!” His muscles relax, he stands a little straighter, “They’re better! Words are alright, but nothing beats the real thing. It’s like the water is sleeping among the rocks. That’s what it feels like, anyway,” Senri forgot he didn’t even know this person’s name.

“It makes me want to get in. I mean I know you’re not supposed to!” he says defensively, “The water is happy like this, it’d be bad to make it unhappy, and it’s fine just watching from here.”

It hits Senri he is talking way too much. This part of him is usually reserved for Koharu. He presses he tips of his pointer fingers together, hard, and averts his eyes from her. Better to look at the pools.

The boy had mentioned “The World”, which must be something from his universe. The idea of meeting people from other universes was not too hard to get used to - the Word of the Mother was to save another world, after all. She did not wish to distract him with questions, not when he finally relaxed a little bit.

Minfilia finds herself smiling as the boy speaks with more and more enthusiasm. When he turns away, like shutters closing on a window, she wants to get him back to that place. “I agree. The colors, especially, are lovely.”

She hums, thinking of what he said. Perhaps his world has discovered a branch of conjury unfamiliar to Eorzea. He would be untrained, then, or the magic itself is still new, with unofficial terms for things. She asks, “Do you have much experience speaking to the water? You appear to be on very good terms.”

#senri01

jovialcontrarian‌:

The Contrarian wouldn’t say he was fond of gambling on a personal level. Sure, he had argued for and against the very notion before, but it didn’t particularly entice him as an activity. Restlessness, though, would make any man willing to experiment. He had only just moved to Crises itself…perhaps the more responsible thing to do would be to greet his neighbors before traipsing off to a casino. Good thing he wasn’t feeling particularly responsible.

He hadn’t indulged in any of the attractions, yet, content to spectate for the moment. He recalled many a fond memory of witnessing arguments break out over a game of cards,…perhaps he should learn how to deal a hand. Maybe he could convince Daud to teach him. There’s plenty of arguments he could start if he learns how to play, and even more, how to cheat.

His reverie is interrupted by a– goodness, there’s no shortage of tall, beautiful women on Ark, is there? He grins widely at her.

“Depends! I’m not sure if the card games here are the same as they would be at home, but I would love to learn.”

She returns his smile brightly. She was worried she had read the man wrong, but overall he seemed the friendly sort. “I had the same thought, but they appear to have a game I am familiar with. I could teach you, if you like? The rules are fairly simple.” She feels buoyed, having this connection to home.

“I am Minfilia, by the way. A pleasure to meet you.”

#contrarian01

glyphgraced‌:

Weiss was.. not at all used to being on her own and making her money stretch by any means. Her Father however had ensured that while she was part of his family _looked_ the part of a proper Heiress

And so?

For the first time Weiss was looking at options to repair her own clothing and debating items in the shop. Her lips meshed into a thin line as she thought back on watching Ruby and Yang handle repairs to their own attire.

And wishing dearly that she had paid even half a moment to watch.

She was turning over an kit that seemed to have all the bells and whistles any seamstress might need! Tape measure, buttons.. tons of thread and so on. It did seem wise to make sure she had everything she needed before needing it. _An ounce of prevention being better than a pound of a cure?_

Weiss was a bit startled at the voice.. but gave a smile anyhow. It wouldn’t be right to be rude to anyone that was here. The stuck up act could finally take a back seat!

“well.. i’m looking for something just in case i need to repair my outfits. I haven’t done much sewing before in my life to tell the truth so i’m a bit out of my depths in a shop like this..”

“Well,” she says, “I am certainly no expert, but I do believe that kit may a bit lost on a beginner.”

Minfilia taps her chin, tilting her head as she scrutinizes the girl. Her demeanor is that of someone whose clothing would not have much need for frequent repair - that is, someone who does not fight overmuch. But her physique, and her scar, suggest otherwise. Or, perhaps she just enjoys physical activity. Really, Minfilia had been surrounded by fighters too long.

“I have some experience with clothcraft, so I may be able to assist. You would just be working on small tears, I assume? I am not sure that would be a frequent occurrence, truth be told - the residents here are quite friendly.”

#weiss01