dream; aspire; burn.

[idealflames]

“ .. You mean to convey such a meaning with a script as this? It has just a bare, baseline structure that’s hardly acceptable to be called theater. Some of these character motivations make little sense nor do they add to the themes of the story at hand. Here, look over this line and repeat it a few times to see if it makes sense. “ What started off as a favor to a group of theatrical entrepreneurs quickly devolved into something.. a bit more off the rails. Percival was picked out to act as the ‘King of Candles’ the one meant to light up all Lanterns at the peak of Halloween to start a night of festivities in the play they were setting up. But.. one look at the script and he already found issues with much of the dialogue and ideas and quickly found himself trying to fix most of it. 

“ Listen. A lot of this script plays more towards a biased perspective from one side of the celebrations. If I’m to play king in this role I ask that we change things to allow for a broader view from various individuals that others can spotlight in. You, may I ask you something? “ Pointing to one of the actors at hand, he would quickly show off brief parts of the script, patting the small booklet a few times. “ What do you make of some of this? You seem like you had an eye on some particular notes of it. “ 

@albionvigil​ 

[idealflames]

♕ - ; Zombies and vampires huh.. wouldn’t be Halloween without them. It seemed to Percival however that the shambling undead were more of a gimmick than an actual threat, mostly to keep individuals like him busy. Sure they were probably a danger if given the right opportunity but he was not one to give them such. Every passing by enemy was swiftly dealt with, cut into two or set ablaze by the flame lord’s abilities. Thankfully the incinerated and charred remains didn’t create much of a stink and cleaned up any mess afterwards. Something he was grateful for knowing his evening would be busy with the shambling undead for a little bit. Oh well. 

♕ - ; As he continued to mow down the creatures one at a time, his head tilted to the side in complete instinct, sensing a burst of heat whip by his ear. An arrow, set ablaze, finding the skull of a zombie he was prepared to strike down. Completely unphased, he’d turn around to find the shooter, giving them something more of a stern look of disapproval than actual worry or concern. 

“ Watch your shots. It’s easy to get lost in scrambles like this so make sure you’re certain on what you’re hitting. “

@baronbunny​ 

[idealflames]

♕ - ; Alright well dropped the ball here on activity so lets fix that a bit! Like this for an event pertaining to Hallows of Eve! Percival himself wont be wearing any costumes because he’s a dignified young adult man, but friends of his are more than welcome to guilt trip him to wear something ala his Halloween Lines. No Cap for now!

[idealflames]

hatredcantsave​:

Kirika looks up at the man. The advice was sound, but Kirika still didn’t know how to feel. She almost felt like she was already used to the silence—like she was destined for it, for a very long time. But she couldn’t tell for sure. She didn’t think she ever could. So, looking at herself in her liquid mirror, she wondered to herself if she even had a choice to avoid those ‘wrong actions’ he spoke of.

The assassin had known people who could talk about their problems like it was nothing. For her, it was a struggle to put anything into words. Like it was her destiny to be Noir in the shadows, it very well could be her destiny to stay silent forever. But, advice was advice, and Kirika knew this was actually very useful for her growth as a person…even if she didn’t know if her heart was ready for that yet. “…Right,” came the single word response she mustered. The frozen feeling was gone now, but she felt sorta lost on what she should be saying. She wasn’t exactly brave or smart to be articulate about everything around her.

♕ - ; Well, it was a start. Percival immediately noticed the single word slip out of the girl’s mouth in response. It was a start but not one as big as he had hoped. It was fairly clear just how seized up her heart was if she could barely articulate these kinds of things, even with him being able to at least assist in such a manner. It was disheartening but all too well he knew that these kinds of things happened, and no one was truly at blame for them. He continued to sip on his coffee for a brief moment before putting it down, relaxing his posture just a bit. Perhaps there was no point being stiff around someone who had much more on their plate than him. 

“ Well, besides all that’s happened thus far, you could regale me with how your day went. “ Maybe a different point of entry would be better. Start with something more.. casual and giving them no reason to be tense. Perhaps get them to speak more, if just one more word at a time. 

“ I’ve nowhere to be in particular and any plans I have set aside wouldn’t be hindered with one day of laid back entertainment I suppose. “ 

[idealflames]

♕ - ; Alright well dropped the ball here on activity so lets fix that a bit! Like this for an event pertaining to Hallows of Eve! Percival himself wont be wearing any costumes because he’s a dignified young adult man, but friends of his are more than welcome to guilt trip him to wear something ala his Halloween Lines. No Cap for now!

[idealflames]

ressusciters​:

     ❦ ❝ Oh? What a curious thing to say! ❞ she finds herself saying with a slight chuckle, arms lightly crossing as she looks at the stranger with interest. Since she has been alive for so lone, Phatonus has heard something similar a few times before… But not nearly as often as one may think.

     ❝ It is temporary, yes; the help you offer in that moment, ❞

     ❝ But the memory of you helping them will forever be etched within their mind and thus, shaping their opinion of you and whether or not they will return the favour in the future. That, in itself, is pretty incredible, don’t you think? ❞

“ That offers the idea that things would stay bad for that long to allow such a cycle to happen. The idea of a constant spiral of assistance from others means that the world is not yet in a position to help all those and so they must rely on those before them to do so. “ Perhaps Percival’s words carried a bit of heat or weight to them, but to him, as much as he did offer help onto others, there was a clearly defined difference for him between small tasks and one’s well being. For countries, governments and rulers who could offer no such to their people to him meant a situation that needed to be addressed. Him helping people here, in the end, prolongs their stay in a city without leave. For him, that was a problem. 

“ I’m not one to turn blind eyes but I’m also not deaf to the larger issues at hand. I suppose to put it simply, the bigger picture is what I have in mind. Something more sustainable where one can simply live their life without such concerns if someone has the heart to rescue them. “

[idealflames]

hatredcantsave​:

Kirika sits quietly, palms on her lap under the table. She might’ve gotten a little too personal for her taste there. It was kind of strange, how a man like a burning lion could just nonchalantly pick up on her hand; not necessarily a joker in play, but two jacks and a nine of spades. Cards with no backs show a lot, after all.

So after a bit of contemplation, she nods silently. She had a lot to say, but she didn’t know how to say it. She almost felt…frozen. And she hasn’t felt frozen like this for a bit.

♕ - ; Ah, Percival’s coffee was here. He’d watch as the cup was placed next to him, alongside his side of sugar and cream as he picked it up, giving it a brief waft to see if it was to his liking. After a small sip, he deemed it good enough to leave as it is for now before tampering with it. His eyes, however, caught note of how silent Kirika had gotten all of a sudden, as he placed his cup down, his hands folded together in his lap. 

“ .. If you have struggles with speaking, you wont get anywhere staying silent. Vocabulary in itself is something you experience and develop through talking about your emotions rather than bottle them. If you get too used to the silence, then silence is all you’ll have in the end. In moments like these, there aren’t wrong responses. Just wrong actions. “ 

[idealflames]

skiesend​:

@idealflames​

Finally, someone he knew. Actually knew, not just someone who knew him but someone he had met and wow he had never been so happy to see Percival of all people! Well, okay, not that Percival was bad in any capacity but he could be…

A lot!

Bare feet ran through sand, stopping short of the knight as he was careful not to kick sand and get it in his armor. Tanned from the sun, he had his sweater held out to hold the clams he had been picking off the rocks. Sand clung to wet legs as he looked quite a mess. Hair salt stained and sticking up on all ends even more than usual. Behind him Percival would be able to see a big roaring fire - it seemed Gran had certainly been busy.

“Aha, this island is full of a lot of people who know me, but not a lot of people I know!” He’s a bit out of breath, but offers a broad smile anyway.

“I’m really glad to see a familiar face. It’s really just been me, and,” as he’s talking, one of the clams falls from his sweater. Carefully, he bent over and picked it up, tossing it back in. “Oh are you hungry? I just collected some lunch.”

♕ - ; Percival’s stance was pretty much at the ready. One leg before the other, ready to catch the running Skyfarer at any given moment given how fast he was running. In all truth, he had caught sight of him much earlier and was ready to head over, but seeing him run to him in such excitement, sweater full of clams, he knew this would be the perfect opportunity for disaster to strike. At the very least, being stuck on this island now had a new task given to him outside of survival, and that was making sure that both him and his captain made it out in one piece after this. Not too difficult, as the only real threats on this island were things they would be eating regardless. 

“ Well, I can’t be color surprised that being caught in a situation of sudden survival, your first instinct is your own positive disposition towards finding allies. Still, I’d appreciate if some of that energy were put into your well being before being happy to see me. “ In despite of that though, a smile was donned on Percival’s face as he looked down at the captain doing well off enough. At the very least he had food for a bit and it seemed like that wouldn’t be much of an issue for now. Shelter on the other hand would be interesting. 

“ I’m fine. I’ve already procured a general idea what vegetation on this island is safe to eat and there’s no real shortage of animals. Prioritize your own well being before mine. Should I truly need it I can have myself sated with food in no time at all. I would recommend eating those clams quickly, however. Seafood has a penchant for going bad fairly quickly so you should get those cooked sooner as opposed to later. “

[idealflames]

♕ - ; Unite and Fight’s finally over, back to your regular scheduled James posting across Percival, Quatre and Morgan. 

[idealflames]

hatredcantsave​:

Kirika quietly ponders the thought. After a few minutes of silence, she answers. “That may be true,” she admits. “Life is easier here than back home in Paris. But I would take that harder life any day of my life over this one.” Her head lowers, in a melancholic contemplation.

“For…a long time,” she starts, “I was always alone. I had no one. I had nothing. But then…I met someone so dear to my heart that they mean the world to me. With her, I felt…happy. But there’s no going back to such beautiful emotions right now. I can’t go back. I’ve spent a lot of my time running…I won’t do the same here.”

♕ - ; Percival remains silent on the matter as he listens to the girl spill her heart out in front of him. While the land has given her something of a home in this regard, he feels sympathetic towards the desire to see someone who meant so dear to her. On the one hand, he knows the feeling too well of being ripped away from someone who meant so much to him. However, he exhales through his nostrils and thinks briefly on the moment. 

“ Well, at least you understand the idea of not running from your problems. In this land though, running away has become something of an impossibility for others, so it wouldn’t be the correct term to use. Rather, you should at least do this person’s name justice and continue to live. There’s little reason for you to die should you not see them, so that’s the alternative. I cannot guarantee you’ll see them soon, but that can at least be stalled out as long as you eat, sleep, and continue as you will. And in time if you want it, find the strength to change it. “

[idealflames]

ressusciters​:

@idealflames​

      ❦ ❝ You made quite a fuss about helping that person and yet you did so anyway, ❞ comes the woman’s chuckle from a small distance away, hands softly placed upon her hips as she regards the stranger now.

      ❝ No need to be so shy about your kindness. It’s something that should be proudly shown, ❞

“ Kindness has an inherent flaw that not many understand to a degree. When you do something for someone, one of two things always occurs. They learn from the experience and are capable of resolving it the next time.. or they fall into a repetition of allowing themselves to be saved numerous times. In both situations however, I desire that the problem never occur in the first place. “ For a moment he only opts to humor the stranger if simply because they were so bold and forward in speaking to him on the matter. 

“ There is much more that can be done for people like them that I would enjoy doing for them had I the influence or power. Temporary assistance is simply just that. A bandage fix and nothing more. “ 

[idealflames]

accendam​:

“of course.” with a curt nod, she comes closer to kneel next to the man. a murmured incantation urges to her hand a green light. as she puts it over the injured area, it slowly knits the affected muscles together.

“i can’t say i’m the best healer out there, so it would likely still hurt,” she warns. true to her words, it takes effect much slowly compared to the other healers that she knows. “move too suddenly or forcefully, and it will be painful.”

“in exchange for my help, at the very least, i’d like to ask. what brought on such an injury?”

♕ - ; Well, some luck of the draw came his way. Seemed like she had no ill intent and was keeping to her word in fixing him up. Still, he remembers the feeling of the Fallen Angel’s blade and how easily it cut through his body, so while this did help immensely, it would still be some time before he could find himself actually finding some recovery in all this. It would at least allow him to move around a bit easier. 

“ It’s sincerely better than nothing. It’ll let me keep on going for a bit longer while it actually heals. You have my thanks in that regard. “ Percival would steadily find himself getting back to his feet albeit with some struggle before managing to at least keep himself up while the stranger continued their work. When asked about it, he let out a sigh and almost seemed to spit out in distaste over the reason for the injury. 

“ One of this city’s twisted moments. Every so often, things tend to go to hell. But what happened to me was a drastic result of these ongoing events. It’s passed, done and over with. But it was one of the more unpleasant ordeals I’ve had to trudge through. “

[idealflames]

hatredcantsave​:

“I am certain I can afford you something, if you so please,” Kirika replies, courteously. “It’s only fair, after all.” Kirika takes another sip of the orange juice. The semi-acidic taste of the orange hits her palate, as she closes her eyes. Although her face remains expressionless, her soul really savors every second of the flavor, healing her heart from her job. After a long, quiet sip, she puts her drink back down, and looks straight at the person across from her.

She hopes that the man would make himself comfortable, but, of course, he was right to be on edge. She hoped that this gesture of acceptance would at least get him to lighten up. Even if she chose not to answer the question for what she got paid to do, she would try her best to ease his mind.

♕ - ; They were strangely focused on getting Percival to take their offer, weren’t they? It almost seemed like they sensed the unease from him when he learned they were an orphan and wanted to lighten things up a bit. Well, with that in mind, he still didn’t want to take an offer from a child no matter the circumstances. Pride aside, their money would be better suited for use on themselves as opposed to him. Taking a seat however, he raised his hand for a quick order. 

“ Black coffee if possible. Cream and sugar on the side. “ Before the girl could hope to pay for it, Percival was faster on the reaction and quickly paid for it, tossing the money over to the waiter in an instant before he had adequate time to react. It seemed a bit strange for others to see him spend time with a child, but the countless times he had kept watch over Lyria made him rather well prepared for incidents like this. 

“ I can only presume your situation in this city might be one of the more positive experiences. From what I gather, most of us were essentially stolen from our original homes, but it almost seems like this land gave you one. “ 

[idealflames]

♕ - ; We’ve done it, we’ve hit peak Granblue Fantasy

[idealflames]

lacedwithcharm​:

☱  : the locale is much more crowded than she would like, but there’s nothing to be done about it when everyone wants to view the coming fireworks. yukari can’t blame them when the spectacle is certain to be exciting — though, of course, not nearly as exciting as a danmaku festival in the sky. she follows his lead and stands near the tree he’s chosen, pulling out her fan to gently waft some cool air against her cheeks in this humid, still night. they’ve not waited there long before they shift yet again, down to the actual seating where the chairs are laid out, row after row. few are left available, and they’ll take what they can get.

when he asks her that question, she looks at him bemusedly, as one might a child that has misunderstood.

‘i think you’ve misinterpreted my words on some level, dear. the only home i’ve been able to return to is the dreary little condo in archimedes they’ve attempted to box me into for the time being. no, my home is… inaccessible, for the time being.’

‘ — though not by any choice of my own, you see. does that clear everything up?’

♕ - ; How disappointing. Percival let out a sigh hearing that as a hand ran across his face and up his hair. Not exactly an answer he wanted but maybe it was for the best. Perhaps he was stressing himself out willingly at this point. A notion he knew too well, but during times of rest like this, it would do him no good to impede himself on idiotic ventures that would lead him nowhere. Maybe just calming himself and actually partaking in the events going on around would do him some good. After all, if he didn’t tell this to himself, his captain would. And lord knows what they would do after learning what he’d be doing to himself. 

“ Unfortunately. I was hoping to gain some more insight in regards to coming and going from this city. I’ve been here for so long and with so few answers gathered as a result, it’s been weighing heavily on my mind. “ He leans against his seat momentarily and folds his hands together. There’s no other movement in his body as he simply adjusts himself.  

“ It’s simply becoming more apparent how alright people are with calling this land home. They settle in and get complacent. They almost forget what happens every so often that lets chaos run wild. It’s too much for me to consider it a livable condition. “ 

[idealflames]

crimsonfirmament​:

How… terrifying ? Unsettling ? She couldn’t find the right word to describe the anxiousness creeping from the pit of her stomach. Should she were in his position ? What would she do ? By any means , her social circle is beyond pathetic out of work related matter. Never once she tried to make any bond with anyone and just go on her own , do her own things , alone. Ha , thinking back it’s a bit lonely , isn’t it ?

❝ I see , ❞ unsure of what to say as a response. Wouldn’t want to cause trouble sourced from her sharp tongued nature. Crimson gazed to the road beyond , deep in thoughts of this city’s detail. How peculiar , yet terrifying how casual everything to turn into chaos in a matter of seconds.

❝ We can split and collect some data. Reconcile after two hours as we look for a temporal inn to stay. Generate a more specific map and the area also a prediction for the next ambush. We must outrun them if we want to wrap this whole fiasco as soon as possible. ❞ The workload would be a lot easier should they have more people by their side , but beggars can’t be choosy.

♕ - ; Was there an air of unease? Perhaps it was Percival’s imagination. For a split second, he simply thought there was a strange tenseness as Ch’en spoke, but as he had no grounds to pursue such a theory, he dropped it in favor of focusing on the situation at hand. After all, it cut a bit too close to home to be comfortable. Hearing Ch’en’s idea on reconciling after some preliminary investigation in a temporary inn sounded reasonable. 

“ Alright. Lets meet up.. here, then. Whoever arrives first after gathering their respective information rent the room out. I’ll be digging in as deeply as I can. It’s once again sad to say how used to this I am. “ A sigh escaped Percival’s lips before he walked from where he stood. Speaking with individuals on the matter, trying to mask his true intentions to prevent causing wide spread panic. Mostly asking about curious activities going around, covering it up as best as he could. Two hours go by rather quickly and stuffed to the brim are folded papers with Percival’s notes. He meets his impromptu partner there and gives a brief wave down. 

“ Mostly uneventful on my part. Seems like a lot of the populace doesn’t have much of an idea on what’s going on. “ 

[idealflames]

hatredcantsave​:

“…I’m alone, Kirika says. “But I don’t know who my birth parents are, anyway.” She stops sipping from her glass, and tries to soften her look. She could feel the stiffness coming off the other person’s body; being next to a murderer does that sometimes, but just because you kill doesn’t mean you don’t care for life.

Kirika hums to herself, in thought. She had a feeling that she couldn’t just ease tensions just by saying things. So after a bit, she tapped on the table across from her, signaling for the man to sit across from her, in the vacant chair. “I can get you something off the menu,” she offers. “I have an excess amount of money from work.”

♕ - ; So they were an orphan? He was partially afraid of that outcome, really. A very relatable feeling, the only thing that threw Percival’s perception off was the strange look in their eyes. He remembers his own reflection in his youth.. but the way this child looks even in despite of this information almost reminds him of his brother. He contemplates leaving them be for now, in that he simply didn’t know what to do with a child with no family.. but finds himself curiously invited to seat with them as he raises an eyebrow at her. 

“ Are you sure you should be in any position to offer buying something for anyone? “ He takes a seat but makes no choices on the menu, his arms crossed as he shakes his head at them. “ What kind of work is a child even doing in these times? I can’t imagine the pay being well. “