Wandering Poet or Pointlessly Wandering?

Each step you take is like the flourishing flowers of a late April's eve. Huh? What does that mean? No clue.

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Irredeemable || Lukas & Reina

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She ignored the mans words as he spouted out some form of nonsense or another. The shorter man seemed to be frightened at first then curious, and she didn’t care for the borderline uncaring look he had. She took a breath at at least appear calm, though she wasn’t letting this man think he was off the hook for destroying her precious samples.

“First and foremost you crossed private property and broke into an orchard! As long as people don’t steal, I usually don’t care. But MOST IMPORTANTLY…” She walked up up the man and shot her arm back, pointing to the obvious plot of plants growing with messy footprints and a clear disregard for the life in the soil. Many of the plants were uprooted and damaged.

“YOU ENDED UP RUINING MY EXPERIMENT BUSTER! You aren’t leaving until you replant every single survivor and pay for damages! Do you hear me?” Reina said, the only offer she was planning on giving him.

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“Huh?” Lukas looked around, at least slightly befuddled. Private property? He hadn’t been able to tell. The people here just let things grow haphazardly. How was that his fault? Her voice got louder and louder, though, and he wasn’t sure he was capable of arguing with her. It was only when she mentioned retribution that he chose to fight back. “You can’t be expecting me to get down in the dirt and piece back together this poor attempt at a farm! It isn’t my fault that you don’t know how to build proper fences with all these trees!”

Okay, sure, that was a poor argument, but Lukas really didn’t want to waste his day helping her for no pay. Even if she had offered to pay him, this was the last thing he enjoyed doing. It hadn’t quite clicked that if he had gone to the mayor at this point, she probably would have followed him there. Right now, all he could process was that this girl was downright livid. The obvious response to that was denial and aggression. Because that made sense. “Why would I waste my time on a stranger? I’ve got better things to do than involuntary charity work.”

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Pet Playtime || Open

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She nods at his words, not having much to say in response. The concept of farms were totally foreign to her. Bluebell only really dealt in the animal trade, and while her hometown had a few farms, she barely remembers anything about them. Georgia had never been one for gardening, either, so she never thought about trying it out. She admired those who did, though. It had to be a lot of work.

Even if she did have anything to say in response to Lukas, just about all of it goes out the window when he starts rambling on about himself, all excited and so very obviously trying to play himself off as a cool guy. Georgia didn’t really care for types like that, since they felt kind of disingenuous to her, but she had to admit it was a little amusing to see. 

To his smile, she smirks. “Little Red Riding Hood, huh? A classic. And good way to describe it, I think. It’s like the wild animals out in the mountains here— they won’t disturb you if you don’t disturb them.”

For all of his cool acting earlier, the guy seems to turn into an absolute dork when it comes to petting the animals. Unlike his behavior from earlier, this almost childlike wonder seemed a lot more genuine, and Georgia already found herself changing her opinion of him. Anyone who loved animals had to be a good person at heart.

“I said you could, didn’t I?” She says with a chuckle, patting the spot of grass next to her once he’s over the fence. “C’mon, sit right here next to me and… oh, here come a few rascals now.” Just then, two pups come rolling towards them, the black and brown duo playfully tussling and nipping at each other’s ears. 

With another laugh, Georgia reaches forward to separate them. “Alright, you two, break it up!” They then begin to sniff and lick her hand, and she turns to Lukas, “So you wanna try pettin’ one? They won’t bite, promise.”

Oh boy, oh boy, small puppies and kittens, it was like a dream come true. She had even given him a second go-ahead and invited him to sit down next to her. Stay cool, Lukas, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You get to sit next to a pretty girl and pet the cutest creatures you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Okay, deep breath, and...

“You’re basically siblings! If you start fighting now, you’ll end up only children and get yourselves into all sorts of trouble.” Okay well, he was entirely distracted by the dogs already, and about halfway through her question, he was already petting both of them. His petting was a little too rough, though, and they seemed to respond to it playfully. As the black furred one nipped at his hand in an attempt to play, he pulled back in surprise.

“Et tu? The ultimate betrayal!” Lukas squinted at the dogs, having collected their attention as a theoretical new play thing. Within moments, they were climbing on him, and every time he lifted them up and tossed them back, they just came running back over. “I never realized dogs had so much energy! I’ve seen a cat before, but it wasn’t really partial towards moving.”

“But more importantly, do these little guys have names?” Lukas’ smile hadn’t faltered since he had hopped the fence, and as he transitioned from kneeling to sitting down, he looked over at Georgia with some sort of wild expectation in his eyes... like he expected them to have the most creative and elaborate names possible.

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The Chase || Open

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Though some of it seemed like outright gibberish to her, Forte caught enough to feel thoroughly embarrassed. Nobody normally talked to her like that, so she certainly wasn’t expecting that. It was imperative she pulled herself together though, this was not how a knight should act. Falling apart at the mere words of a stranger was rather shameful. No problems taking out monsters, but she couldn’t take a compliment to save her life.

One thing he said finally made sense though: introductions were in order, and she cleared her throat before answering, “my name is Forte, I am the town knight of Selphia.”

Just saying the words brought some confidence back. There were more pressing matters at hand: standing outside the gates put them in a rather vulnerable position. Still, she was having a hard time looking him in the eye, but did manage to gesture toward the front gate. Perhaps she could further divert the subject of conversation away from herself, 

“It is dangerous to linger outside the gates, as you have already learned. Please, follow me,” she began toward the gate, keeping a watchful eye on the young man, “do you have business in Selphia, or are you simply passing through-” in all that hullabaloo she had forgotten to ask, “my apologies, what is your name?”

“Forte! A fantastic name for a knight in the front lines!  To linger is to meet your eyes and read the dangerous battles that reflect within them.” Lukas wished he had a sword so he could make the appropriate gestures. He didn’t see knights very often, much less female knights, and he was incredibly keen on her. “I would follow you to the ends of the world-- and even then, I still would not be satisfied!”

It was okay, at some point she would just start ignoring his compliments, like most people tended to. As he began walking alongside Forte, it became more than apparent that his interest in her as a knight and protector was growing stronger by the second. He was like a crow seeing something shiny and cautiously eyeing it up. He wasn’t about to get too close though, because there might be dangers that lurked nearby. He would watch this treasure from arms length. He admired her armor and the way she walked. It was fascinating! She had such a beautiful stature.

Luckily, the woman had distracted him with proper conversation. The kind that wasn’t one-sided. The way normal people talked. Gently pulling his hat from his head, he brushed his hair back, making sure it wasn’t disheveled from all the running around. “I should be the one apologizing, right?”

“I am Lukas, a poet from Kardia. It is never so simple as passing through, though! Selphia is no mere way-point! It is a hub of activity, of impressions and emotions-- to be so welcomed in such a city makes it much more than just ‘passing through.’” The blonde grinned, making it more than obvious that he always enjoyed his time in Selphia, “But really I’m here to collect a shipment from your merchant. The fellow with the bowl cut...”

Well, he didn’t need to remember the guy’s name. He wasn’t very attractive, nor was he competition as far as Lukas was concerned. He was an oddity, however, and that really meant something if Lukas was the one thinking it.

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August Soft Activity Check

Gained RP: 640; Total AP 5

Total: 4,190 RP

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Help in Homely Places || Lukas & Jill

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“It’s a detail to worry about later.” Jill hummed, looking over the man before her.  

“Think you could help a fellow out?” I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jill had to suppress a smile. “Hush, I’ll help you because you need it. And because I can.” She wrapped an arm around his side to help him up, doing her best to make sure he was relatively steady on his feet before they got going. “My house isn’t too far. It’s cool in there and I have food and a glass of water with your name on it - er. In theory. I don’t actually know your name.” She laughed. Ah, did she make it awkward? She hoped not. “Come on, I’ve got you.”

Oh boy. Lukas didn’t think getting up would be so difficult, even with assistance. A small part of him regretted asking for help at all when the momentum of standing up inflicted a confusing sense of dizziness. Still, the girl was doing her best to help him, and the outright sense of trust and honesty that seemed to radiate off of her was comforting. He had a feeling that she would even help a murderer if he were on death’s door. Something told him that would get her in trouble one day... but he shouldn’t be diagnosing a stranger’s future based on the single interaction they were having.

“An angel indeed.” Lukas commented, although the gusto wasn’t quite all there, “I’ve never met a person who wouldn’t ask for anything in return. It’s impossible. If you’re trying to impress me, it’s working.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, and though it was weak, the laughter continued at her next statement. That was some way of requesting an introduction. He shifted his body slightly to make the walk more manageable and introduced himself, “I’m Lukas... and I sure hope the door has your name on it, or I might have to just as awkwardly ask for it.”

Farmers were all weirdos, weren’t they? Well, at least they were nice.

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Irredeemable || Lukas & Reina

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At first, Reina saw the strange man running through the orchard and decided to ignore him. He almost looked liked he was in a rush for something, and any person would know to avoid trees. So long as they weren’t an idiot, they should be fine. So long as they didn’t steal anything either.

Uncle Mako had told her times people have just run through the orchard with no issues, just wanting to get a shirt cut. He’d usually let them, but if they stopped to get anything off the trees he’d stop them. Sometimes he’d still give them the fruit, but he didn’t appreciate theft on a moral level.

The boy started to take a turn closer to the part of the field that Reina had asked Uncle Mako for. It was a small 10 meter by 10 meter plot, perfect for setting up small scale germination experiments or casually growing flowers she wanted to. Reina began to get worried and walked over, hoping the man would avoid it.

But he didn’t, instead he began running right through the garden as if it was just some common dirt. He was half way through it, destroying samples with each step, before she could react.

“YOU STOP RIGHT THERE BUSTER!” She yelled. The yell surprised herself, but was more surprising was how angry she was. Her stance, normally calm and stoic, now oozed with the anger she had directly aimed at this man for destroying her specimens.

Lukas was easy to frighten. Strong and loud words tended to do the trick, and the voice he heard now checked off both those marks. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he turned to face the stranger. Was she angry at him? What had he done? Did he know her? Had he wronged her at some point in the past? Lukas took a step back, his hand reaching to his chin in an inquisitive manner.

“I’m sorry... do I know you?” He asked, looking over the girl. She was slightly taller than him, which was no surprise (he was rather short, after all), but it was a little intimidating. He wondered if he ought to skirt around the discussion and escape at the first chance he got... but he was a little curious to hear what she had to say. After all, he didn’t know why she was upset. Not that he wanted to fix it-- no, he had better things to do-- he just let his curiosity get the better of him on most occasions. It was a bad habit. “Do you travel? Did you need something? I know I’m fantastic company, but I am a bit busy at the moment. Can this wait?”

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Tread Carefully || Lukas & Alisa

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As much as Alisa ventured into the forest she lacked a crucial survival skill: a sense of direction. While she finally found the Goddess Pond that resided between Bluebell and Konohana she had trouble navigating to and fro. Nathan had to accompany her several times before she was comfortable with the thought of taking on the challenge herself. 

Today was that day. 

While dressed in her white vestments wasn’t the most practical when traversing the woods perhaps, it was important to her to don the correct apparel when visiting such a holy site. She was pretty sure she knew the way and if she stayed on the path she figured it wouldn’t get too dirty. 

However, something caught her eye along the river. 

A man dressed also dressed in robes (though his were darker colored) was in the process in crossing the river. He looked a bit odd, with the hem of his garment strapped to a backpack as he carefully picked his footing on the protruding rocks. 

He looked up at her and their gazes locked for a moment before he tumbled into the stream. 

Alisa wasted no time in rushing towards the man, calling out, “Are you all right?” She stood near the river’s edge and extended a hand towards him, “Let me help you!” 

“Well, that ended poorly.” Lukas mumbled, mostly to himself, as he pulled himself out of the water. It was only as he turned his attention away from his scuffed up knees and towards dry land that he realized the girl was actually there and not just a figment of his imagination. Well, she was dressed so oddly that he couldn’t help but be surprised. The town he had just come from had an entirely different culture, so he didn’t expect the one he was headed towards to be so different. Which mostly meant he didn’t expect a church nearby... but there must have been if she dressed in such attire.

“Yes, I’m...” This was normally the point where he would thank the stranger for being so gracious. It was probably the only opportunity he would have to hold a girl’s hand, after all. As she helped him up, though, a look of panic came over him, and he stripped the bags off of his back in a hurry. Pulling out his lute, he turned it over, only to watch the excess water pour out of the elaborate openings and intertwine between the strings before splashing on the ground.

“Oh boy...” Lukas moaned, running his hand through his hair in both an effort to get the water out of his face as well as a gesture of frustration. This was going to take a while to dry... and it wouldn’t do well to hang around here for a while. His instrument was basically his lifeline, though, and losing that would make it a hell of a lot more troublesome to make a basic living wage.

“I hate to bother a stranger--” No, he typically had no problem doing that, but he would rather leave a good first impression, if he could help it, “-- but you wouldn’t happen to be from around here, would you?”

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Pet Playtime || Open

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Georgia blinks up at the man for a moment, not sure if she should be offended by his clear attempt at mimicking her accent (which, thanks to insecurities and past teasing, always put her on edge), or amused by the admittedly poor attempt. It just sounded so… weird on him.

In the end, she decides to try not to jump the gun… this time around, anyway… until she got a better judge of his character. It was clear he wasn’t from around these parts, so maybe he was just trying to… relate? Fit in? 

Though that last one is a funny thought. Someone trying to fit in, with Georgia’s out of place accent. Huh.

“Yep! I’m Georgia. The head ranch hand and official number two of the local pet shop here.” She greets, “So you’re a musician then, Lukas?” The rancher concludes after listening to his introduction, taking note of the poetic, sophisticated air he had about him. He was sort of similar to Mikhail in that regard, but unlike the white-haired man, this guy’s brand of it seemed like it would be a little more… grating. Uppity, even.

Her lips purse at the thought of having to deal with yet another annoying person, but she keeps those thoughts to herself as she drops her head and looks back towards the pets.

The mention of monsters put a curious arch in her brow, and she glances up at him again. “Oh, so you’re from, uh… Adonea, right?” She thinks she had that right, anyway. Georgia was a pretty sheltered person, and didn’t know much about the other regions in the world aside from what she learned in school. 

She did know that Adonea had actual monsters and magic, though. “I can’t imagine livin’ in a place full of ferocious beasties like that… I much prefer being here, safe and sound with my cute pets.” Noticing the gleam in his eye, she smirks. “You can come in and pet ‘em, if you want. Just hop over the fence!”

“A ranch hand...” Lukas wasn’t used to the concept of a ranch without a farm... but he kind of liked it. If all it meant was a giant open field and a bunch of animals contained inside, it sounded great in his book. What he was really doing was equating a ranch to a petting zoo, but he didn’t know that. “I haven’t seen a lot of ranches. Plenty of farms, and definitely a few cows, but no ranches with cats and dogs.”

He seemed to lose all interest in her when she started asking questions about him though. He was more important, after all.

“I’m much more than a musician! So much more! I am a man of endless passion.” Lukas gave a sly look, his eyebrows raising as though he were saying something impressive. Really, he was just being overly confidence, which was nothing unusual. He fastened his hat back onto his head, taking a moment to fix a few locks of hair that had fallen out of place in the gesture. “Yup! You’ve got it right, although I’m a traveler from Norad specifically. Not that it makes too much of a difference.”

“Although as long as you aren’t going somewhere you’re not meant to be, the monsters don’t cause too much trouble. It’s sort of like that children’s book... What was it... Little Red Riding Hood..?” Lukas smiled, as though showing off that some children’s tales were universal. “You just need to stay on the trail.”

The whole conversation seemed to unravel as Georgia mentioned petting the dogs. He might have enjoyed talking about himself, but now that he was give this brand new opportunity, there was an immediate change. Any attempt at being cool was gone, and his face only looked younger with his childish expression. “Can I?”

It had taken him less than a second to process the information before he was lifting himself over the fence. Come to your new favorite human, small balls of fur...

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Hum a Tune || Lukas & Ella

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“Oh boy, oh boy. It’s too hot,” Ella sighed to herself as she wiped the sweat from her brow.  The heat was really beating down today. It was pretty unbearable, and as much as she would like to go inside, she had hardly done enough work to be content with stopping. There was no one else out, and she couldn’t blame them, but she really needed to get things done. There were too many things that needed to be done that piled up because she told herself it could be done another day. Of course, the day she wanted to catch up had to be the hottest day yet. Her grandmother always told her that the Goddess was going to get her for lazing around. Was the Goddess punishing her for procrastinating? Did Grandmother really convince the Goddess to make it hot out when I did decide to catch up?!

Ella plopped to the ground, using the shade from her crops to get it out the sun. Unfortunately, they didn’t provide much shade, but it would do for a temporary break. For a moment, she sat in silence before she began to hum softly to herself. Her little tune only lasted for a moment as the sound of some singing caught her attention. It wasn’t a voice she had heard before. Was heat exhaustion kicking in? Who would be out singing in this weather?

The brunette popped up from her place and scanned the area. Her gaze stopped at a blonde man that she hadn’t seen before. While she couldn’t clearly make out what he was saying, his movements brought a smile to her face. He was weird, but weird was always interesting. She continued to watch him until he took notice of her. Was he waiting for her to go say something to him?

Ella quickly hopped over the fence and ambled over to the stranger. “That was a nice song! Not many people come around here and sing. Oh! My name’s Ella, what’s your name?” She held out her hand, offering him a smile.

Well, she was... sweaty. Which wasn’t surprising, considering the environment. He was too, but he was just wandering around, which was much less taxing than being out in the field. Overall, though, it still made for a rather clammy handshake. “Ella! A beautiful name to cut through the not-so-beautiful heat. You’re easily the first face I’ve seen all day.”

“I’m Lukas. Pro musician. Poet of endless talent. Would you like a signature? Limited time offer.” Lukas grinned, placing a hand on his hip as his vision moved past her and on to... well, the attempt at a farm that was behind her. He whistled as though he were impressed, “Is this supposed to be a farm? Maybe I’m just used to hanging around Earthmates but.... aren’t there supposed to be more vegetables popping up this time of year?”

His hand moved to shade his eyes from the sun, his mind trying to process if there was some kind of strategy to her land. He didn’t really get it... but he wasn’t a farmer. “Would you like me to play you another song while you work? Two’s company, after all.”

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The Chase || Open

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swordplay-is-my-forte:

Whatever Forte might have expected from this stranger, it certainly wasn’t this. Mouth agape, in what one could only assume was horror, she couldn’t take her eyes off such a crazy display. She stood in such shock for a moment she couldn’t even keep the other from taking her hands. Perhaps the only person she knew that was this dramatic was Porcoline, but this was beyond boisterous.

As a deep red flushed her cheeks, Forte slowly pulled her hands away from the stranger, an attempt to cover her face. Eye contact was no longer an option, and instead she looked toward the front gate. What if someone in town was watching this?

“U-um… we really should head into town,” she spoke with a hand over her mouth, “perhaps I should take you to Dr. Jones…”

How else was she supposed to respond? It was clear this person was suffering some kind of illness. Did he hit his head? Or maybe he was severely dehydrated? Yes it had to be something like that.

Oh? She was blushing, wasn’t she? She definitely was. Lukas had expected a calm, cool, and collected knight, but instead she was the gentle, easily embarrassed type of beautiful. Both good in their own right, but put the two together as sides of the same coin and it was a rare and wonderful thing.

“And here the words that resonate from your lips are just as beautiful as any outer appearance. Perhaps my target has been misplaced, for not even the scarcity of an emery flower could compete with such rare compassion.” She had pulled her hand away from his, no doubt the right response, and was now suggesting he see a doctor. What care she held for him! There was no doubt that a soldier would care for the citizens, but to show such concern for a mere traveler was surprising... and Lukas wanted to live in that moment of excitement. She was the unknown, and he was certainly intrigued. “And to pluck such petals would offer but a fraction of the appeal. It is a pleasure to stand before you.”

Okay, maybe Lukas was taking it a bit too far at this point, but he really was interested in seeing how far he could push her. He wasn’t even sure the comment about petals meant anything at all, but he sure could embellish things, couldn’t he? She had such interesting responses... he couldn’t help it! Well, he could, but he wouldn’t. Standing up, he touched his hand to his heart with a sense of determination, “Knowing your name would heal my soul just as well as any doctor.”

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Activity Check 7/28/18

Gained RP: 1100

Total: 3,550 RP

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Help in Homely Places || Lukas & Jill

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forgetmenot-violets:

It was hot that day. Like, stupid hot. Hot enough to make her crops wilt before noon without water, hot. Jill puffed up her cheeks and sighed as she looked over the morning’s handiwork. Despite the heat, and the sweat beading down her back, she had done a pretty good job. She had come a long way.

But there was still a long way to go. 

There were parts of her fields that were still overrun by weeds and branches and a whole bunch of other nasty things. The winter would make things easier by killing off all the plants - but that was a couple of seasons away anyway.

As she pondered upon her eternally extending list of things to do, a figure approached the fence of her farm. Jill walked over cautiously, quickly turning it into a run as the figure basically flopped over the fence. It was the bleeding heart in her. The unavoidable compulsion to help out whoever she could. She drew close and heard the person’s voice mumble something indistinguishable.

“Mmm… are runies edible…”

Jill knelt down to get a better look at the person’s face. “Well, that depends,” She mused, tilting her head. “What’s a runey?”

“Oh right...” Lukas gave a hard blink, trying to collect himself for a moment. It worked a bit, actually, as he had pulled himself back into reality. Talking to someone helped-- after all, the trees hadn’t been very good company (although there had been a lot of them. “I forgot you don’t have runies here.”

“Think you could help a fellow out?” The poet wanted to make a joke out of it, but he could barely get the words out, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

It was a shame he was too tired to put his full commitment into winking or fantastical gestures. Still, the stranger had been more than willing to approach him, which meant she must have a heart. Well, for once he couldn’t keep up his jokes or wit, and leaning his head back, he added, “Actually... some water or food would be barely less of a miracle right now.”

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lovers

lovers: your ideal relationship?

“Hmm... they need to be able to travel with me... I think.” Lukas crossed his arms, as though in deep thought. “And they would need to be able to keep me inspired.”

“...” He had never really considered an ideal relationship. He could picture a perfect relationship in his mind, but he had never really considered himself to be a part of it. He didn’t fit those shoes, in a manner of speaking. Or at least... he didn’t think he did. His perplexed expression loosened into a smile, “I think it’s better for everyone that I keep myself on the market. It would be a selfish waste to tie me down to one person, after all!”

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Wheel of Fortune: How's your luck?

wheel of fortune: how’s your luck?

“Boundless.” Lukas somehow always managed to keep a straight face, even when he was dead up lying. Or maybe he really thought he had good luck... which was terrifying as a concept. “I’ll let you know I have fantastic luck to be where I am today! To be able to stand on your own feet and keep moving forward, even when the threads of fate keep spinning you in different directions. If that’s not luck, I don’t know what is. Terrable must be smiling upon me.”

“Plus, I’m not half bad at a casino.” Lukas winked, as though to play off the fact that he was being serious for half a second there.

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Magician

magician: list 3 of your talents

"Only three? Ask me an easier question.” Lukas grinned, holding up his hand and tapping his fingers as if to keep count as he went, “My charismatic ability to talk my way out of any situation, my music, my inexplicable ability to attract many, many people. Oh, don’t forget my natural talent of being fantastically handsome and flawless.”

People should be begging to be me, he exhaled through his nostrils, as though filled with a very, very inexplicable pride. Some of those didn’t really count as talents, though. Half a second later, a thought overcame him, and he added absentmindedly, “Oh. Also, kids tend to like me? Or maybe they just like that I play music for them. It’s easy to keep them entertained.”

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high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?

high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?

“My heart, of course!” Lukas pointed a thumb to his chest, especially proud of his response, “What is a poet if they won’t listen to the melodies entrapped in the deepest depths of their soul. To not listen to one’s heart is to be encased in the frozen wastelands of emptiness, an infinite abyss of despair and loneliness. To not listen to your heart means to choose not to accept all of yourself.”

Well, for an idiot, that was some solid advice. It was a shame he wouldn’t listen to his own advice when it really mattered. Sometimes, he just spewed out words that sounded poet but didn’t actually process them. Maybe he ought to start using that mind of his a bit more.

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Wandering Hearts || Felicity & Lukas

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Her shift at the restaurant had gone for later than usual, all thanks to the surprise birthday party a group of tourists held for one of their friends. Monsieur Clement, in all his kindness, had offered up the restaurant for the festivities, which meant that there had been much partying (and working, for her) going on late into the night.

So by the time Felicity finds herself back at the inn, she’s so tired that she can barely keep her eyes open, stifling a yawn as she trudges along to her room, not at all aware of the man who had been standing in the lobby.

It isn’t until she ends up walking right into his back does she realize his presence, and the waitress, even in her exhausted state, is quick to apologize. “Oh, dear! Please, excuse me! I’m so s-so…” She cuts herself off with a rather loud yawn, blushing a bit at how embarrassing it must have looked. “…S-sorry… about that, sir.”

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This was the last time Lukas was going to walk anywhere... he told himself for the thirty-sixth time. Every time he came to a new place on foot, he had a hell of a time, and he typically crashed immediately. He could feel the pulsing in his calves and the ache in his back from recently having a ginormous backpack slung around him. Luckily, he had been able to set it down while he was getting his keys, but that didn’t change the fact that the damage had been done. The pain was all intrusive, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to see him as sweaty and disheveled as he was right now. He made an exception for the innkeeper, who seemed to just be doing the motions of getting him settled in. Lukas wasn’t even sure this guy’s eyes were open, but at least he was smiling.

As he bent down to pick up his things, hoping to escape into his room rather quickly, he felt something against his side. It was only for a brief moment, and as he looked up, he realized it was a person that had walked into him. Not just a person, but an attractive person who looked just as weary as he was. The only difference was that she could make it look good. He absolutely did not want someone that close to him when he was such a mess. It left a bad first impression. As he nearly jumped back, he heard a metallic ringing in his ears.

“Ah...” In the process of moving away from the stranger, Lukas had dropped his bag, and as cause and effect would have it (coupled with a not-so-surprising amount of bad luck) the metallic noise he had heard came from one of his items slipping out of his bag and hitting the floor. The noise that followed was, rather expectedly, a shattering sound.

“My talisman...” Lukas stared at the remains of his gaudy necklace, practically feeling the last of his energy oozing out of him. The fatigue had already set in, and he could barely process what to do next. He had gotten that from the merchant in Selphia... and it was far past the point of repair. Lukas stared at the floor, then up and the stranger, then back down at the floor. More than likely, he was trying to decide if he wanted to blame her or not. The exhaustion in his eyes wanted to turn to anger or despair... but he hadn’t quite finished processing everything.