the gods' gift to man

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[lunarxprophet]

((I thought this would work a second time, but it seems a longer, more permanent break is needed. I sent in a drop and will be going indie for the foreseeable future.

I apologize to you all, especially my rp partners for our threads.))

[lunarxprophet]

@daxnedscul

Finding himself again in the woods of Whisperwood, Waka sat high up in a tree with his flute pressed to his lips. The melody he played wasn’t a happy one; it called to a time where all the natural joy and beauty were lost to a terrible curse. Yet something about it brought a sense of calm.

As he played, he remembered how the land of mortals, along with that of the plain had been cursed and was in need of healing. Now that the world he was from was on the verge of collapse, which was how he came to be here, the melody seemed fitting.

He paid no mind to the sound of approaching footsteps, instead continuing with his melody.

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graveresemblance​

“I’d noticed. A shame…” Is it though. “What’s your new roomie like?”

“I have yet to meet them, so I do not know.”

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graveresemblance​

“Well well…I certainly don’t miss seeing your bloomers around, but I guess it’s good to hear your voice. Where did you get sent? The forest?” At least she’s happy to see him.

“Non~ I am back in this area, though my room number has changed~”

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flameindream​:

@lunarxprophet​

“Oh, there you are. Finally. Listen, I need an adult night.”

Grimm shuts the door once Waka is in, handing his friend a bundle of well organized papers. It includes a long list of the Grimmchild’s most favored foods, which seems to contain mundanely normal fruits, as well as some odd things, such as blood, dead animals, bugs, and the like. Other papers have poison control and fire emergency numbers, lists of toys and things the kid likes to do… you think of anything a babysitter might need, it’s in this ridiculously detailed bundle.

“You won’t have a problem with it, I assure you. It’s a little angel, sent from some holy realm that I’m not allowed into. Entertain it for a bit, and I’m certain it’ll grow tired and fall asleep fairly quickly.”

The child in question is sitting peacefully on the couch, looking at the two with interest.

“Do you have any questions? I’ll be back around 1 AM, yes?”

Waka said nothing as Grimm spoke, instead taking the time to eye the bundle of papers that put his own paperwork back home to shame. His gaze then travelled to the child in question, who was currently sitting on the couch. Waka didn’t need his clairvoyant abilities to know that this wouldn’t be as easy as Grimm made it out to be.

“Non, I do not,” he said, taking the papers from Grimm while keeping one eye on the child. “Do be sure to enjoy yourself, mon ami~”

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fangedblade​

“Cheery one, ain’tcha?” Juno inquires. “Don’t think you’ve stopped smiling once. People like you are…” she trails off. She hasn’t had to hold her tongue in a very long time. The feeling is almost as unfamiliar as the time she spent here. Everyone in her world was human—or used to be. Technology was one hell of a beast.

“Anyway, you’re around here often, I take it? Your turf, if you will.” Juno asks, leaning her weight on Makina.

“Is there a problem with smiling too much?~ I thought mortals would prefer it over a more dour expression~” His smile only grew as her words trailed off. What was she going to say?

“Oui, though I would hardly call this place mine,” he said with a shrug. “Nature is for everyone to enjoy and belongs to no one.”

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@graveresemblance​

“Bonjour!~ It seems we meet again, mon ami~” Though this time not as roommates.

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toadallyfine​

Pimple nods and finally scrambles up to leave the boxes he occupied as his resting spot. Which was admittedly really not such a great idea, but his feet were really hurting. They actually still hurt as he feels solid ground again, and he grimaces briefly.

“Okay, if I may ask boldly then, which place would you suggest for a rest?”

“The closest place would be the housing available to us in this area. Any sort of forest or wood is further away, and that will not do at this moment. Therefore, it is best that we had back to these ‘apartments’ they gave us to live in. The building for them is not far from here.” Assuming that this toad was in the same ward as Waka. If not, then Waka could simply invite him into his shared apartment.

Surely his roommate wouldn’t mind~

[lunarxprophet]

“I do hope my new roommate will allow me to come and go without amazing feats of parkour.” He did miss his old roomie, though.

[lunarxprophet]

((I have some pages to tweak and set up, but for now I am going to toss out a starter call!

This will be uncapped, but I may be selective if it becomes too much.

All starters will be between a line and a paragraph!))

[chronolium]

((I think I got a handle on things again, so I would like to reapp Waka from Okami! You can find his app in the sidebar under 'Application'!))

Welcome back to The Chronolium, Waka.

Techno Solar awaits your return. However, you have been moved to TS-07.

Stay safe, and make yourself at home.

— Silk.

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toadallyfine​

He does calm a little at the prospect of this fellow offering him help. It’s certainly more soothing than the nagging of the herbour workers telling him to leave. “I’ve walked my feets sore already honestly…” He doesn’t want to come across as whiny, but it’s true. He’s really not used anymore to walk for miles instead of using some vehicle. 

But, that’s not all. He’s feeling weakened since waking up here and he can’t morph his body parts anymore. That’s a problem. What will the others say if they see me like this? He sighs, and he appears more down now than really angered anymore.

“I appreciate your offer. But I’m just feeling terribly alone and upset. No offense here, but I don’t know how you could help me out of any of that.”

“Mm, that is fair.” After all, Waka was but a stranger, and couldn’t do or say much that would be of help. Plus this fellow most likely wanted to rest before doing anything else.

“While I cannot help with regards to that, I could answer any questions you might have about this place. It may not be much, but it may help make things easier in the long run.” He could also find the other a better resting spot, away from the pestering of others.

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@daxnedscul

Waka closed his eyes as he began to play, the melody another tribute to his dear friend. While he had begun to grow accustomed to this place, he still missed Amaterasu terribly. Being in nature as he was, and playing his flute was the only thing he could do to feel some sort of connection, though it was faint to non existent. Nor was it the same as seeing her face to face.

Yet he had to do something; the last thing he needed was to fall into despair again.

He had to keep going forward and hope that she would join him one day.

As he played, he paid no attention to the sounds of someone approaching.

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toadallyfine​

And again he is approached by a stranger. A voice he doesn’t recognize, that doesn’t soothe or comfort him. What is the matter? A simple question, but Pimple struggles to answer it. It starts to get tiring to be nice to everyone, all the time.

“I’m trying not to snap!” So much for that. He huffs and turns his eyes at the stranger, his expression now swaying between worry and frustration. “I- I’m sorry. It’s just, I came here to clear my mind, but it’s not going so well!” Another forced deep breath while his fists tense. “I’m worried about my brothers. I try to find them but they’re just nowhere!”

“I would expect not, for such a noisy place such as this does one’s mind no good. There are far quieter areas in this place, though they are outside this sector.” Namely in the more rural parts of this strange place.

“That is to be expected. I too have those I am worried about, and much like your brothers, they are not here, either.” He said this not to turn the conversation to himself, but rather to try and say that this toad was not alone.

“If there is anything I can help you with, do let me know. I have been here for a good month or so.”

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toadallyfine​:

losing one’s inner peace

@lunarxprophet​

Staring at the drawing he made of Zitz and Rash, Pimple is sitting on top of a box, down at one of Techno Solar’s harbours. It’s the closest you get to the Casual Sea from the big city. What he learned of this place so far is concerning. And he doesn’t want to believe even one bit of any of that.  He isn’t even aggrevated right now.  Frustrated, yes. But this whole situation rather put a huge dampener on his mood. And to him, being sad is just as bad as being angry. It’s also bad for his inner peace. He’s not in balace anymore. Then, he hears this nagging voice again. The one that already spoke up to him moments before. “Would you please get off the box? We have to load it on the freighter.”

Pimple grinds his teeth and his answer is tensed.

“I said, I need a moment! Please leave me alone!” Okay, on hindsight? Yes, he is aggrevated.  More than he would like to admit to himself at this point.

Having exhausted the more technical aspects of his residence, Waka made his way towards the harbour. Such a creation wasn’t something one would see in Nippon, or Kamui, at least not for another few centuries, and such a place wouldn’t be found up in the heavens. The only thing that came close was the docking stations back in the lunar realm, where the ark, along with other spacecraft remained stationary. To see all of it up close was interesting.

Though not as interesting as the conflict brewing nearby.

Looking over to the source of the commotion, Waka raised a brow at the toad like being perched upon a stack of boxes. Was this creature a demon, or simply a life form from another world, like Grimm?

Curiosity now piqued, Waka made his way over, balanced perfectly atop his single tooth geta. Really it was a wonder how he managed to pull it off, but centuries of wear, along with his own abilities made it possible.

“Excuze-moi, but what is the matter?” he asked, unable to keep his nose out of other peoples business, apparently.

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fangedblade​

“Figure that one on your own, bard?” She says right back. “The woods here are good for the soul. Can’t drown the noise out in Techno.”

His smile was one of amusement as she spoke. “That they are~ One cannot find true peace and quiet elsewhere.”

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fangedblade​

“Well, it certainly wasn’t boring,” Juno nonchalantly admits. “I just didn’t want to accidentally cut your head off, you know.” Juno stands, unsheathing Makina. “Don’t need the dead weight on my shoulders right now. Just here to practice stances.”

“I am pleased to hear it~” Whether he was referring to her comment about his music, or the one about not losing his head, one didn’t know.

“Oh~ You are familiar with the blade, as well?~”