ONE WOMAN'S PRAYER.

THE FALLING RAIN CALLED HER AND WHISPERED WORDS OF HUMBLE SINCERITY.

[passafrisk-blog]

Frisk rubbed the back of their neck nervously. She wasn’t wrong. Having their face touched made them extremely nervous. They immediate;t justified why n their mind. It wasn’t anything to do with her. The top of their head was normally a fine area to touch, or it had been until someone broke their skull open for just being in the wrong black. The face though, it was so delicate. Facial injuries were often the worst ones they got. That as well, it was a place to be gripped if you wanted to squeeze their face until it popped. With their experience being crushed by maces and magic dogs, they’re rather not have their head touched in a way they saw as potentially violent.

“I suppose that’s true, miss. But, I’m young enough to have a pretty open heart. My mom thinks I trust people too easy. She’s almost definitely right, cause she’s really smart. But, I guess even I have limits.”

A little laugh managed to escape them. Of course they would have limits. Everyone did. “Anyway, miss. I’m out here because I wanted to view the park. It’s really pretty. I didn’t really have anyone to go with. I have friends, but we’re scattered around the city. I’ve been here for three months, but I’m still not used to everything in this place.

“May I ask why you’re out here? People listening?”

[nunify]

Their mom, huh? Was that what moms do? Tell their child what they think? She had already forgotten what familial bonds meant and what they are in someone's life. It's been a long time after all and she's no longer human, only partially now. Speaking of limits, she has yet to find out about hers. She had never been in a situation where she felt herself uncontrollably mad or pissed at someone to a level so heightened. Perhaps because of that she could confidently say that she has the longest patience a woman could possibly have, except when her hair and skin are concerned. The best way to her anger is to leave a scratch on her skin or damage her hair.

"What of these limits of yours?" She asked, if only for the notion of keeping the conversation going and flowing. "Three months is nothing compared to a lifetime. Must you spend your time getting to know everyone for as long as you can. It's a fun thing to do." Not that she had tried doing it. She just wanted to say something.

As for her, she didn't have a reason unlike her company. She just happened to be here, or was that the case? Galatea had already forgotten. For certain she didn't have a choice, a blind woman could only go so far from her apartment after all, if not accompanied by anyone. "I'd say I'm admiring the view as well but that would be a lie, wouldn't it?" The woman meekly laughed. "I just happened to be here is all."

[ascadorkings]

Sword buddies? (Closed - Galatea)

[ascadorkings]

“Well, even if it wasn’t something of a artifact of a blade, it’s still exciting to learn about the make and uniqueness of different weapons - I can’t help but be draw to them! They’re full of history of the people who own them: you can tell so much about a person just by examining the type of weapons they have: even things about the way they live! It’s just so amazingly fascinating!” It seemed that the ginger was in good company to be so interested of swords, to say the least: the maiden explained a good deal, and he was eagerly hanging onto every word.

Except, he didn’t quite expect for the other to move closer and suddenly raise the weapon in question, tapping his chin in evident readiness to strike if need be. “Woah, woah - jeez, hold your horses there! Is asking about weapons that bad? Look, I don’t mind having a bit of fisticuffs with a fencing match, but it seems in pretty bad taste to do it right now given neither of us even have decent weapons….”

Strange, for someone who just had a weapon lowered into his face, he didn’t seem too afraid - this sort of thing must happen a lot.

“Trap? Look, I didn’t set any traps up here, if that’s what you’re askin’! No, usually, back home - I explore ruins of places lost to time. Grand temples and buildings steeped in history, brimming with human history and amazing discoveries - and treasure!! Of course, places like that don’t give up their history without a fight, so they often have traps set up in those places: those traps being the ones I was saying I set off a lotta the time.”

Adjusting his spectacles, the ginger fellow managed a sheepish grin, despite the wooden item in his face.

“That’s what an archaeologist does - finds things and discovers items related to human history. That’s also why I’m so interested in your sword - an important part of human history is the weapons we use over time, righto?”

Hopefully, this explanation would get her to lower the sword, jeez…if you wanted to ask someone something, fine? Just ask - but don’t shove a bloody sword in their faces, come on.

[nunify]

It could've been solved by merely asking, yes, but that was not how Warriors of her kind do. Some like battles in exchange for information. They were under one hierarchy after all, and no one wanted to be outranked by someone inferior to them, so they have decided that every detail was vital and not one to be shared so easily, despite the fact that they're all under one command; they all have the very same purpose. She could be blamed for her impulsiveness and she would not concern herself with it. The nun is a blind woman, oftentimes fooled by those who surround her on a daily basis, wanting nothing but to defend herself should harm come.

Still aiming the weapon toward, she cracked a grin. "The human body is delicate. Easily destroyed." She spun it once, swift as the wind. "A simple strike to the temple with sufficient force may cause unconsciousness," And she emphasized this by tapping her own temple with the tip. "Or death. Any spot is vital. I don't think I'd need a proper sword to kill someone." Not that she would, not that she ever wanted to. "I also don't think I'd need a weapon in the first place. A hand is just as lethal as any other weapon. One hook punch to the front side of one's jaw may snap one's neck." She's done with her silly game. She’d already heard what she wanted to hear from him and for that, she found him worthy to be a company.

Covering her head with her hood, the woman smiled, this time without looking like she's about to kill a man. The wooden sword also left him, and her. There was no need to polish it any further so she dropped it on the ground. "I see, very interesting. Let me get something clear. I am not human like you, just so you know." There were perks in being human. Still, there was no need to pretend and she'd rather not deceive this person into thinking she's one. It was best to live life without any form of secrets. "I'm sure I didn't scare you with what I just did. I may not have the ability to see you, but I just know for certain."

[headoverheartiisms-deactivated2]

      “It’s– It’s right up– Here, why don’t I get it out for you?”   Without waiting for the nun’s consent, the fairy flew above   her and picked the cottonball out, tossing it aside as soon as   the massive ball of fluff ( or MOST of the massive ball of   fluff ) gave way.

      “There’s still a little in here but they’re pretty easy to take out.”   she called, getting rid of the remaining pieces and smoothing down   the still-floating strands of hair before fluttering back to the Clumsy’s   eye-level. “The dust’ll still be in there but it shouldn’t make your hair   float anymore unless you make it stick up. You’re not mad are you?”

[nunify]

"SHIT!" The woman frantically combed her hair with her fingers, hoping to remove whatever it was that caused her hair to raise abnormally. Even someone with working pair of eyes wouldn't be able to see where else it was scattered, so even if the person before her was responsible for her present dismay, she was somehow thankful that she's receiving help. Some pranks were often left untouched after the effect's applied. She could tell that no harm was meant to be done despite her mouth spouting curses otherwise.

Calming down after that tiny trivia, she tiredly huffed and worriedly ran her fingers through her hair. It's not like she's getting the best hair treatment she needs which makes it a big deal to her. "I am not," Galatea irritatingly responded. "What was that? A bug, I take it?" Galatea, no.

[ignisimperii-blog]

She was a beautiful woman, doubtless the sort that many would fawn over without a second thought, but Kouen had grown with men and women of equal allure being placed at his feet. It was not her looks, then, that drew his attention to her, but the scar that ran in a jagged line across her eyes. An injury like that would’ve blinded even the most fortunate of warriors, and he couldn’t help but wonder, if only for a passing moment, how she would fight with the wooden weapon granted to her by the scientists.

…But he wasn’t here to do battle, nor had he reason to challenge her to any sort of unreasonable duel when he knew next to nothing else about her. This was a curiosity he could easily lay to rest without a definite answer, and so it drew increasingly further away from his attention as he approached–not necessarily to speak with her, but as a matter of course in his walk back to the abode assigned to him.

“If you’re lingering here waiting for the rain, I doubt it’ll fall until the sun sets.”

[nunify]

The passing sound of footsteps must have belonged to the person possessing a masculine voice. It was no wonder that he had decided to make an approach and no doubt she wasn't surprised in the slightest. He wasn't the first one after all. Many have had the opportunity to strike a conversation with the lady in religious habit, expecting a response but none came afterward.

The answer to the mystery was as simple as a blink of an eye: she merely did not understand that she was supposed to be the responding end of the conversation. It was only until an odd conscientious of activity did she realize the strangeness in the air. She insisted that the next time would be replied to given the fact that she fears responding when she's not being asked to talk.

More or less, she'd say something. Disregarding the possibility that there's another person, she discarded her bout of fear and at last said something. "Oh no," The woman lowered her head and beamed at the thought of the falling rain. "It will not. It does not smell of rain. It does not feel like it will rain. The breeze fumes of another day full of sun, wouldn’t you think so?"

[blooddrainer-blog]

❛ ☠ ∥⋮ The woman radiated power– it was almost intimidating. Despite that, Himiko nearly quaked with excitement– her lips trembled as she attempted to contain her excitement. Just how close would she be able to get to plunge a knife into the woman– she mused. 

Unfortunately, the wooden knife in her possession wouldn’t do any damage. She was a bit impatient, just how long was it going to take till she was able to wield her very own butterfly knife? Probably a while. So not fair..!

Not letting her disappointment sour her mood, still all grins and smiles, Himiko barely took notice the cloudy look in the lady’s eyes. With a cant of her head, she raised a sleeved hand, her oversized sweater covered her hand as she waved her hand in front of he lady’s face. “You totally can’t see, huh? But you don’t like carry those cane things blind people carry to get around with. So how do you like do it– get around?”

[nunify]

It didn't occur to her that someone was nearby until that certain someone spoke and directly talked to her. Of course from the voice alone she'd say it was but a girl. Still, there were times when she was proven wrong just as immediate as her own wicked guess. It would be best to not linger with the thought, she quietly supposed.

How? She'd like to ask herself the very same question. They have taken her ability to read movements and sense yoki, and that made her as vulnerable as a thin glass. She could only talk about the difficulty behind the trick. Still, it wouldn't really pique any sort of interest.

"It's simply by instincts," she proudly said and smiled as if there was no reason to be offended. "Not to sound like a wild animal though." It was now her turn to ask. "Does your hobby include prying or is it just one of your many quirks to inquire without second thought?"

[herokind]

    You’re too tired to walk all the way home, so the BUS STOP is your best friend. You tap rhythms into the sidewalk. Like beating morse code, asking for answers in sharp noises, only to get nothing in return from the ever-silent pavement. You do the same to the bench, to the post. SWEET SILENCE.

    It’s frustrating. You find yourself knowing nothing about this entire ordeal. Your blood simmers, a time bomb to an impending outburst. You know how TEENAGE ANGST goes, and you are its poster boy.

    [ ♉ ] TAVROS: uGHHHHHHHH,

[nunify]

The noise woke up the woman from her deep slumber. No, she didn't mean to sleep on the grass but what was a blind person to do? She couldn't find her way towards her apartment and it wasn't as if she knew how to use her phone ( and she'd rather not learn how ), she hated that thing after all.

Blinking despite not being able to see, she made an attempt to stand but missed her footing, quite horribly so. "Ahhh---!" The nun dropped to her knees. "That was awful."

[doctorgneiss]

The fun thing about time loops is that it’s never quite clear when you’re caught in them.

There was something familiar about the cramp in his leg from sitting wedged into this tree, and the glint off the drool of the angry dog underneath. The tears of his face had dried over other, older tears that he’d already cried, only to uncry and then cry again.  Had this really happened before?  His head hurt whenever he tried to think about it.  All he wanted was to get down and go home.

“Please, someone!!  Help!” That was an unfortunate octave for his voice to hit, but he was beyond caring.

Déjà vu was a hell of a drug.

[nunify]

What's happening over there? A cry resounded on her ears, one that indicated a bout of fear and helplessness that required immediate solution. The Warrior within her found it only reasonable to help despite the lack of benefit at the other end of the stick. Regardless of who it was that needed a helping hand, one should always be open and not only assist those who they feel like aiding.

Walking over, she raised her head and found the person in question above. She hadn't realize there was a creature just beside her until it barked, working itself to the bone to dig its beastly fangs against her leg only to not realize the solidity of her armor.

"Oh, you..." She couldn't tell if it was a monster of a breed so rare or just a creature she was a stranger with. Needless to say that she didn't come there to talk nonsense with the brute. "You over there!" The woman shouted at the person above. "You feel like jumping on my arms or should I leave you to die?"

[meretriere-blog]

She had stood up, fully expecting to see the disdain to appear upon the comely woman’s scarred features, but the look she received instead puzzled Medea. It was not one of pity, at least, and for that she was glad. 

“I–” Struggling to find the willpower to walk away, Medea shifted her gaze away from her. “Perhaps you are right.” She had already confided so much in her, her past, her troubles, her name… More truths could hardly hurt her more.

“A day of relief.” It was a wistful sigh which accompanied those words, “That had always been my dream, a life to be lived filled with simple joys.” She managed a slight smile for Galatea to see. To show her that she had made peace with her position in life, forever forced to chase a dream that would remain but a dream.

“Galatea.” It was not a name she was unfamiliar with, and for this she was grateful. Though Caster had not ever met the Nereid, it was not impossible that she would look like this. 

“It is nice to meet you.” Though she should have reacted more violently towards this revelation that the person had lied to her, Caster found herself too tired to do so. It was simply one betrayal among many, and this woman at least was kind about it.

“Then Miss Galatea. Please keep all that I’ve said to yourself, I would not like to have it spread.”

[nunify]

The tone of the former princess' voice unfortunately surmised that the sadness within her hadn't disperse after all. Galatea could at least pat herself in the back for the fact that it wasn't as apparent as before. Still, she didn't feel like it was enough and the nun within her felt disappointed. It was as if she was failing as Father Vincent's disciple even though her religious duties had ended long ago and it was about time for her to move on from her old life from the city of Rabona. It's a wound that required more time to heal, or so she wanted to continue fooling herself.

It is according to fate that Medea had smiled for Galatea to see. However, it was not within God's plan for the Warrior to witness this temporary piece of perfection ( and she would never in her lifetime unless the darkness becomes light and the cold turns into warmth ) but the thought counts, the thought matters and it would always matter.

"You don't suppose I'm a woman who isn’t above threats to divulge discrediting information?" This had her grinning weirdly, almost a funny time to be. "Then you are right. I would not gain anything for it, except if the threat is laced with a mug of beer." She pretended to think, to consider. "I would not. I may not look like it, but I'm a woman often intrusted for my prudence."

[meretriere-blog]

To feel the press of the other woman’s skin against her own was as wondrous a feeling as she had imagined it to be. The warmth of the other woman’s arm was reassuring. It was quite nice to be once again holding onto someone else’s hand. It was delightful, and as such Caster could not help but slide up further against her.

“It is only natural.” She replied with a smile. The woman would have placed her head against her shoulder had they been sitting down, so instead, Medea gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “That I would want to know more of your life, and I would only be too happy to lend an ear whenever you require a confidant.”

“Of course it would be just as nice to hear more about you, Galatea. You have often been on my mind, ever since I bore my soul to the you who isn’t truly a nun.” Her tone was not one of reproach. Instead, she spoke in a teasing manner, as she gave her a slight nudge in her side. “Perhaps, I will find out that you actually are a Nereid.”

It was certainly a ridiculous notion. She would have known if such a thing turned out to be true. Unless. Well. She was significantly less powerful than she used to be.

Still, Nereid or not, Medea turned towards her, and with one hand, pulled the door open and guided her through the entryway. “I suppose there will be time for that later. Will you dance?”

[nunify]

"A Nereid, huh?" Chuckling once, Galatea thought about the matter. A sea nymph she was not, only a woman who have sought comfort in a city where her kind was seen as an abomination and found acceptance in the strangest of circumstances. "That would be too good to be true. We both know I am not. However," she smiled and her smile was full of fondness and common portion of self-confidence. "I could pretend as one. A woman as good-looking as myself would surely pass as a daughter of a sea god. Wouldn't you say?" Jest or not, it was unimportant. It was always hard to tell with Galatea, for at times she could threaten those around her with the expression hinting nothing more but a glass of kindness.

And as they entered the place, her hand held the other's quite tighter. She could hear an unusual degree of dissonance befitting a modern culture, not that she was unused to this kind of conflict between conversations. The subject of dancing arrived that pulled the blind woman tensed. She had always been a woman of flaws, but one of the many things she was talented with was leaving them buried for no one else to see. Still, she'd manage a challenged face to conceal not only her lack of experience when it came to it as well as the nervousness that she could ashamedly feel.

"Only if you will join me." It would be sort of foolish for her to dance alone after all. "Shall we?"

[trashxmammal]

Stop and Start | ca mini event with nunify |

Originally, Miria had to half jog to keep up with the crowd. She’d discovered quickly enough that they wouldn’t make room for her if she was too slow. They would just knock into her if she was too slow. It wasn’t that jogging was much of a problem, well, until everyone slowed down to a snail’s pace suddenly. Miria had to dig her heels into the ground to avoid running into the group in front of her. With her strength, she would easily ploy through them.

The Phantom shook her head, annoyance clear in her tone. How was anyone supposed to get around like this? She decided to wait a little to see if the new speed would settle, heading to a nearby bench to sit down. However, when she reached the bench, she was surprised to see a familiar face.

“…I’m sure you have something to say about what just happened.” Miria knew all too well how Galatea could be. They may not have met up too often, but when they had met, she learned quickly enough.

[nunify]

Only a fool would think of the circumstances as an opportunity to test one's skill. While her Eyes were precise with their readings and observations no more, one did not need to gain an outrageous upgrade to understand that the abnormalities will not settle down to anyone's liking. It was as moody as the brat they all came to protect, and just like that brat it would also disappear. The only difference was how there's no certainty to be grasped when it came to the city's irregularities. She could almost swore it was as worse as a fashion statement, but she had never met these puppeteers who've claimed to have power over her, over them, to say more.

It wasn't a subtle pinch of coincidence that the Phantom had returned. This time, Galatea’s eyes are working just fine, and yet the memories of her stay in Rabona wasn't erased--- just the scars she had learned to adore as well as the nun habit she had been wearing, now replaced with the same armor her fellow Warrior is wearing.

"I have many things, all right," Godeye Galatea greeted and flicked her fingers out of newfound habit. "Firstly, I didn't think you'd fancy yourself with the anomalies. Secondly, I'm fairly certain you've seen the rest from our world. Thirdly, you've forgotten to compliment my look. The list is quite long. I could go on for days."

[meretriere-blog]

She had accepted that she was no longer in Colchis, but this strange place she now found herself in was far more than she could understand. For Medea, this difficult situation was made even worse. Hazy memories of her time with a detestable man had surfaced the longer she spent by herself and the more she remembered the more she began to hate herself.

“I-Is this how you address a prin–” The indignation had been almost second nature as the woman lashed out. The words came tumbling out without a thought, and it was only when she happened upon her former title that she managed to stop herself. “Me– Meliae. I’m called Meliae.”

[nunify]

She had seen her fair share of unstoppable rage, but my! This woman is beat red and Galatea's almost afraid she'd faint and surrender herself unconscious to her wrath. Didn't anyone in this place taught them that smile was a gift best to give? Not only was it free of charge, it was also something anyone could give even to people who are wholly strangers to them.

Following this line of logic of course, the armored woman reacted with a mocking laugh. "Meliae? I could've sworn we've met before." It was the voice that told her. She was most likely wrong. "I am jesting, naturally. I'm Galatea. Try smiling."

[darklightherojak]

Aging troubles

[darklightherojak]

Daxter stepped up to the bar and nodded “Yeah, it’s my name.”  Jak shrugged “Depends on who you want telling said tale”  Daxter looked offended “My version has more action...”

Jak giggles a bit and shrugged “Fine, i’ll do it then.” The eco warrior sat and grabbed his cup of beer “Name’s Jak, and like i said this is Daxter. We were born in a place called Sandover Village. I lived as a kid with this wise eco sage named Samos his girlfriend and my friend Daxter. 

Me and Daxter ran into each other through a series of crazy adventures.

Daxter busted in and said “Crazy is right, pal. We ended up on a lot of them… Remember when you snuck the boat out for a run to misty Island and I got blamed for it?”

Jak eyed him and said “It was fun, wasn’t it? Dangerous too… Anyways this place was called Misty Island and we were told to stay out..

He lifted the beer to his lips and said “Daxter fell into Dark eco and turned into an ottsel.. We had to go find dark eco sages on the other side of the island named Gol and Manunifia. Turns out they just wanted to drown our world with dark eco, and NOT change Daxter back..”

Daxter frowned and then began to explain “What happened next was that i decided to STAY a ottsel for our world’s sake, and i grew to enjoy my ottsel body. But then we found this eco time travelin’ device that took us to the future. This future was a gruesome, bad version of what happened to something we known long ago. All i know though is that Jak got dragged away to prison for no reason instead because of Haven City’s "good baron” Jak growled and drank more beer “Things happened there i don’t wish to talk about”. Jak was quiet and then said  "Would you like more of the tale, stranger? It’s not finished by a long shot.“

[nunify]

Utterly unamused was she when their sturdy tale was told, but not as old as time it seemed, or how one would delightfully expect in stories interlaced with threads of odysseys. Not that the woman herself had much to brag with her uneventful life. However, she had assumed it was not one molded with heavy dose of cruelty, and yet she could not convince herself to mutter even a word of surprise to indicate her subtle indifference. Destiny was never a concept easily understood. Some fancied themselves a connoisseur of some sort. In the end, they have proven themselves as naught but a joke unlaughed.

At least her expression did not betray her line of thought. Lips thinned and eyes as dead as a butcher's pig, she managed to give out a soft sigh of dissatisfaction. It was rude, yes, but the Warrior was never known to be concerned of the reaction of those who do not affect her greatly and directly. At this, she would bitterly knit her pretty eyebrows to form a frown. It was enough to make her regret even asking, a choice bound for one such as her to suffer from for as long as her soul breathes.

"And what are these things, boy?" The woman inquired even after being made aware that it was a subject said boy did not want to discuss any further. Then again, he said that his story has yet to end. With that logic, the woman did not see the fault in her boldness and tightly grabbed at the next opportunity that was before her to quench what hole only grand interest could fill. She crossed her legs uncaringly and her armor sharply cluck. The drink in her hand soon became empty and she just had to take whatever mug was nearby and pay no mind as to who was the owner. She does not concern herself with the superficial and only she could decide the triviality of what's laid in front of her. "Let your little friend tell me more about it."

[ascadorkings]

Sword buddies? (Closed - Galatea)

[ascadorkings]

Aww, so the lady wasn’t sure how to make these wooden swords better, herself? He felt sure she would know - but if she had just been kidnapped (wait…would it be ‘adultnapped’ in this case? She wasn’t a younger person like he was, gosh) and brought here, that made sense. “So, i’m guessin’ you’re just as new to this weirdo experiment as I am, huh? Talk about a rotten bit of luck, but that’s okay.”

Shrugging that off, he shook his head at the suggestion of thievery. “I get into enough trouble setting off ruins traps and the like, I really don’t wanna get into trouble by stealing, too! Besides that, this town’s probably got super powerful people guarding weapons and stuff like that, right? Oh well! Every puzzle has an answer; and I’m sure that I’ll find a solution to this too! Oh, but wait–”

Something occurred to him: in all his enthused energy, he totally hadn’t introduced himself! “I should introduce myself properly to a lady, though, shouldn’t I? Oops! My name’s Randall - Randall Ascot, awesome archaeologist-to-be! Hey, it’s awesome to meet someone who knows about swordplay - yeah, yours ain’t too fancy, I can note that, but it looks like it used to be pretty cool before the scientists made it wooden an’ all that…can I ask what kinda sword it was, or is that prying too much?”

[nunify]

"Not in the sense that you are expecting," The woman spoke as she pulled the sword and raised it above her head. She isn't threatening anyone with the way she held the wooden weapon but she must have come off that way if her expression gives subtle hints of bloodlust. "A sword is a sword. This one used to be thicker than a man's blood and as silver as a Warrior's eyes." Which is no longer applicable to someone like she, who have blinded herself on purpose to conceal the color, and continue to survive in the middle of war.

Odd name to match the odd face ( as if she could see him ) and archae---? The nun shrugged in confusion yet her expression didn't waver in the slightest. She couldn't made out what that word exactly meant. As usual, she'd rather pretend she knew of the world and its way of functioning than hurt her pride and ask. The woman was recognized by her inferiors and admirers as someone who knew of everything after all so it would be a bluffing shame if she's to reveal her ugly flaws ( which is limited in numbers ) quite early.

She had no other choice if she wanted information she would never get in a normal conversation. With that in mind, she secured the position of her fellow and tapped his chin with the ( irritatingly ) less sturdy weapon. "It is Galatea and you will talk about this trap of yours."

[anoldmankidnappedmysister-deact]

“Have you never had a family?” Even if it wasn’t a blood family she had to have someone that she felt was like a sibling or something.

The idea of her not wanting delicious food made him even more lost. “Have you seriously never wanted food either?”

[nunify]

"I believe I used to have one in my days of humanity. Not anymore." Which was long forgotten and she'd rather not dwell into the thought more than she has to. "It's a complicated concept. As for food, I think I'm rather... indifferent with it."

[headoverheartiisms-deactivated2]

      “Oh jingles– I am s o  sorry I totally hit you with   that–”       She was talking about the massive ball of cotton that   had gone flying towards the woman at top speed and was   now tangled in the poor lady’s hair. The fairy who had   thrown it for her animal friends had to stop mid-apology   with just how absurd she looked now. What with the   glittering dust making her hair stand on end, Fawn   found her pretty funny looking.

      She snorted, covering her grinning mouth with a   hand as she tried not to laugh and failed. “It’s–   It’s in your hair. Here, let me get it out for you.”

[nunify]

This was no time to be jesting. If she heard it right, that thing was in her hair! HER HAIR of all places it could've landed upon. It was life-shattering, it was petrifying. It was unforgivable in a whole lot of sense. Regardless, she remained as calm as still water and as modest as a queen. She was but a fair nun, yet the grace shall never leave her being.

"Where is it?" Her fingers rummaged through her head and she could feel the texture of her hair change in an instant. What kind of monstrosity is this? She didn't think of herself deserving of such fate like this one.

[nunify]

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[anoldmankidnappedmysister-deact]

“Hey! I can do that too! Well… kinda. I can go a while without sleep or food, and seem like I did. King Daphnes told me it was because the goddesses chose a spirit to bless every 100 years to save Hyrule from the evil Ganon. And they can’t just have a hero who might die from exhaustion. But still! Food and sleep are amazing. And you haven’t lived until you tried my Grandma’s soup. It’s warm, and nice and thick and great for feeling like you’re at home anywhere!”  Link grinned pretty widely as he managed to get himself a little excited.

“That’s it! I’ll learn to make it so you can try some! Just because you don’t need good food doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it!”

[nunify]

          The joys of having a family. Whether or not she had felt it in the past or something relatively close to it was no laughing matter. Galatea was envious, but because she was offered a familial role earlier, relief washed away her rare negativity. A Claymore's appetite isn't a stretch. If one's to make a research and have it as a topic, the paper would be finished in no time. Craving is a trial for women with dysfunctional nerves as Warriors of her kind.

          ❝Your terms are foreign to me, I'm afraid.❞ Be that as it may, they were interesting to hear. Link spoke with admirable enthusiasm after all. ❝Lovely. I do not want to burden you however, so allow me to turn you down this one time. It is a different matter if you are to learn it for yourself.❞