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Aftergloom
Non-Mission Board || Zasha
Winged one. What a strange address. If it had been spoken in his hometown, she probably would have been the subject to some ridicule. But they were not in Ast, nor any of its neighboring nations, and here, it was enough to know that she was speaking to him.
He sighs.
“I didn’t make one. It’s part of the job, either way.”
Meaning- there was no excuse that would matter. Or- that he would be compensated for his time regardless. Most optimistically- someone must, and it may as well be him.
But he doubts it matters that much to her, just as it didn't to him. There was a mess, and someone has to clean up. If not now, then next morning, if not then, the day after. Better sooner so any stains could still be removed, and the crumbs wouldn't attract mice.
And here, at least, he has no hesitation in continuing, "And, if we find anything without a clear owner, we can keep it.”
The hall was left in quite the mess; ruffled carpets, strewn litter, stains that she can only hope were left by spilled juice, not to mention the moved furniture to open up the hall to house more students.
"I suppose you are correct. After all, if they were keepsakes, it would teach the children a valuable lesson in taking greater care of their belongings."
Eyeing a nearby stain, Nyx wets her mop before washing away a dark stain, letting out an exasperated sigh. This hall is in too much of a mess. I suppose this academy doesn't have a lecture on accountability.
In the corner of her eye, the mage spots yet another stain hiding away beneath a table. After leaning the mop against the wall, she braces her shoulder against the table, driving one leg after the other, mustering all the strength she can... to no avail. The table remains steadfast, almost mockingly so.
Head hanging in defeat, she turns back to the worker from before, a slight frustrated glint in her eyes, "You. If you aren't busy I would like to request your aid."
She nods towards the table, "I can't move it alone. These old bones don't move like they used to."
This isn't about the candy, right? The Sweets? No?
[June Mission Thread: Messenger Owl]
Picture this - it's a sunny morning, the kind where the warm light invites one to reconsider getting up. It's the perfect environment to decide that maybe, another hour's worth of sleep would be just what'll soothe any grogginess that came from initially waking up.
It's a wonderful thought, resting! At least, until an owl decides to swoop into the open window and make a crash landing by the nightstand.
That groggy-eyed person jumps at the sight. Truly, all Hugh had wanted was a nice, long rest after all the excitement, socialization, and trouble that he'd got himself involved with at last night's ball. So, why is there an owl, here, in the place he's crashed for the night at? Why does it have a note? A note for him?
How'd someone know to send the owl here?
A few hours later, and this same guy can now be found pacing about outdoors, a distance away from the fabled meeting spot that the letter had mentioned. Who sent this? Who in the world sent this?
It's not like Hugh has enemies. He has people he's at odds with, sure, but that's a different story! Raven's not the type of guy to pull this off. The guy he pranked successfully last night? Hugh's not confident on his read of him, but he doesn't seem like the sort to go this far. And the one he pulled the same prank a second time, only to have a heart attack over his wellbeing?
Maybe he'd do something like this, if he hadn't already fooled Hugh last night. But Hugh's sure that they're even now, so who does that leave?
As he frets about the situation, his eyes meet with someone he least expects to be here, yet finds her presence curious. This was the person who he danced with the other night. Why would she be here?
The first order of business is to wipe the anxiety from his face. He puts on a warm smile, and waves towards Nyx's direction. "Hey, long time, no see, eh?" He jokes. "You on an errand this morning or something?"
@nyxanthemums
Birds fly from tree to tree, singing praises for the morning light and with them, the percussion of tapping wood joins, giving the song an air of annoyed rhythm. Alone, Nyx sits, arms crossed, war written on her face. Her foot taps repeatedly on the tiles of the gazebo, not hard enough to dent it, but with enough force to express a fraction of her fury.
Somewhere tucked in a griped hand, lies a crumbled note, crinkling further with every thought of that damned owl.
Not only am I to wake with a headache, but must I also be sent a threat by an owl? If that heathen dares show their face to me, they will cower at every reflection of themselves. I vow it.
Shadows shrink slowly as the sun rises, smaller... and smaller... no matter how much time may have passed, her constant tapping persists, along with the furrow on her brow.
The birds' harmony soon is interrupted as they scatter, startled but an unknown presence. At the only significant movement in hours, Nyx shoots up, eyes darting around to identify the presence, steadying only once she found the abnormality.
Shock is the only thing that staves her hand from her tome, baring the man enough time to spit out his greeting. Nyx's face twists, betrayal and anger threaded into the same twine.
She extends her hand, letting the crumpled note fall to the wayside. Dark magic surges forth, striking the bush next to Hugh, withering it instantly.
"Was that all a part of your plan? To act amicably only to turn to blackmail? You con artists make me sick. Your time is short. Hand over the recording and then only after may we discuss your fate."
closer to ideal
« herald 2026 » — any +1 — zephia & nyx.
In her years, she has seen every manner of storm imaginable—but few, she thinks, were ever as bad as this.
Torrential rain falls with such force and in such volume that she can hardly hear herself think. Even beyond the risk of simply getting wet, the streets flood and carry all manner of debris down the path, making travel nigh impossible.
Still, Zelestia thinks, they really ought to count their blessings! That they've found a place to take shelter at all is a miracle, and that they find themselves trapped with each other is another. Strangers though they might be, she's certain that this affair would be far more miserable had they been alone.
"Are you still cold?" she asks the other woman, holding up a warmed towel with a smile. It isn't much; the house—the entire village, really—has obviously been long abandoned, more by necessity than choice. She'd taken shelter here just before the rain grew any worse, only to find it already occupied by someone who'd clearly had the same idea.
But, again—blessings!
"I've used a bit of fire magic to heat this up. Here, I can even help you dry your hair if you'd like. We wouldn't want you getting sick, especially since it'll be difficult to find medicine with the weather like this..."
@nyxanthemums
Perfect. What more to accompany a strange land than a tempestuous storm. Not only were her first waking moments in front of an orb that exuded peculiar mana, but she was forced to flee due to the battering rain, only barely managing to find sanctuary in a nearby home.
Though, the most frustrating misfortune of them all is the woman in front of her. “I’ll just find another house-“ in the same breath, lighting smited a neighboring house, the haunting crackling of wood is muffled by the rainfall. Nyx’s eyes linger on the remnants for a moment longer before reaching out for the towel, not giving the woman even a glance.
“Don’t be mistaken, heating a towel is a simple feat. I am only taking the offering to conserve my own strength.“ In truth since her awakening her magic has waned. It frustrated her that the reason eluded her. Frustration upon frustration keep rearing their heads, piling upon one another.
Nyx finds a seat across from the woman as she begins to pat down her hair, wringing out the towel into a nearby bucket whenever it dampened. “What brings you out here?“ her tone sounded more like a command than a question. “Not exactly a great vacation spot you picked.“
Our flaws are facts, not our fates
Plotted || Soren
soren is not a man who likes confessing to the gaps in his knowledge. he is an expert in many things, but in many more things he knows very little, and each little blank feels like a yawning ocean to admit. Thus, any attempt to fill these perceived canyons is a shameful act despite its necessity, and though soren is not surprised by the librarian's approach, he is no less resentful.
“Student?” he spits the word out to himself.
he is reading a book on curses, and she is pointing out how obvious his is already.
Still, she speaks as though she's familiar with both the writing and the subject matter, so soren intends to swallow his pride and ask her for recommendations on further reading.
he intends to, but when he turns to address her politely, he finds himself understanding immediately why she's so familiar with the subject matter. Like him, she bears a significant marking on her face. Like him, she looks younger than her speech would imply.
But she is not like him.
It's a visceral feeling, when he meets another branded. It's as though a law of nature suddenly reveals itself to him - there is something innate and primal of the event of learning some one else is like him, and that is not happening here, nor did it happen upon her approach.
She is something else, but soren still understands her to be similar in some respect.
“i assume you're familiar with the author and subject?” soren responds. “Do you know of a better source for this information, or at least a deeper level of explanation?”
Her eyes remain steady, inspecting each one of the reader’s movements and tone with calm calculation. The combination of the rejection of being a student along with the mark he bore was telling enough. He was the cursed one, perhaps in a similar manner to her own.
“You would assume correct. As for a better source, I may be able to provide aid. Curses and dark magic are my specialty, and I have spent many waking hours studying the topic.“
She shifts slightly, her arms crossed, not out of discomfort, but because that is their most natural resting position. In all her time, Nyx had wondered how it would be if she met another like her. One that was fated to live longer than they ought to. Would she feel comfort? Camaraderie? Peace?
Pity. That was her answer.
“I can offer counsel, but I only hope that your ailment differs from mine. I have not yet found a remedy for my own affliction. Not in the many years of my search.“
Ethereal Ball Cont. with Takumi
⚠️ Fire emblem Conquest spoilers! ⚠️
"Unhand me, you brute."
The words snapped him back to his senses, and Takumi snatched his hands away. "My apologies," he muttered curtly, but there was no real venom in his words. Instead, his thoughts were racing.
Takumi had initially harbored doubts towards Corrin when they'd returned to Hoshido—especially when they had started to spend time training with his siblings, he thought, stomach dropping at his embarrassing conduct at the time—but upon witnessing their declaration to stand with Hoshido and their work towards helping the kingdom triumph over Nohr, he'd felt no small sense of relief. If Corrin had sided with Nohr instead... If he believed these words, his hatred would drive him to possession and death. Two deaths, apparently.
Corrin is my dear sibling, he wanted to argue. Siding with Nohr would be the ultimate betrayal! But arguing was pointless. Besides, he'd embarrassed himself in front of this Nohrian twice already—no need to do it a third time.
"Yes, I enjoy being alive, thank you," Takumi said. "And I don't plan on becoming possessed anytime soon. Or ever, for that matter." He locked eyes with the Nohrian. "I am not the Prince Takumi that you know. My siblings and I, alongside Corrin, led the Hoshidan army to victory over King Garon of Nohr, and we have been working to establish a new era of peace between the two kingdoms. I..."
He sighed. "I knew that not everyone, not even my siblings that are here at the Monastery, had witnessed that reality. If I believe what you have told me here... I have a better idea of what happened in those other 'realities'." Takumi frowned. "But I don't think I ever saw you. Were you with the Nohrian army this whole time?"
Other realities? It truly is a shame to see delusion set in for someone so young. If that is what he wishes to believe, so be it. Nyx shifts, arms braced against each other in front of her, her weight moving from one leg to another, leaning slightly away from Takumi.
Her eyes gaze upon the room, witnessing all the goers enjoying the night, smiles tied to the music. Seeing the crowd, some familiar faces, some not, she would be lying to herself if she said his words haven’t planted a small seed of doubt, but to believe such a substantial shift would require more proof than the words of a former(?) enemy.
“Nyx,“ she makes no movement to offer any hand or gesture, but her tone is slightly lighter than before, hints of wariness still lingering. “I only joined the Nohrian army because Corrin’s determination swayed me. I was quite content wandering before that.” Whether she was actually content or not wasn’t of importance. She wasn’t about to divulge her life story in front of a stranger, and a Hoshidan at that.
Her eyes drift towards the edges of the ballroom, searching for a quiet hallway or room where she could rest for a few moments. This ball had been filled with one too many annoyances and Nyx was just about at the end of her wick. “There. I’ve given my name and satisfied your curiosity. Leave me before my patience wanes further.”
Tunnel Vision
Mission Board || Balthus
Rattling wheels accompanied with labored breath echo through the tunnel, stirring dust as they travel. Boisterous laughs shake the walls as Nyx trudges alongside the statue, resignation taking residence on her face. Divination is a great boon. It helps prepare for what comes next.
... Provided those in need of counseling heed the advice.
The tight time frame for the shipment forced the convoy to make a brash decision; a short cut through the side of a mountain via an old tunnel. Nyx made sure to warn her fellow guards about potential cave-ins and to properly prepare, but she knew not to meddle too much with fate, lest she wants an unpredictable outcome.
Despite her cautionary advice, only a few guards prepared well, the others dismissing her advice as childish worries. So when the rumble of laughter turned to the thunder of falling rocks, Nyx's expression only paled, dreading the long hours stuck with this brutish bunch.
Her eyes turn to a fellow guard sent by the monastery. One seeming in desperate need of coin. After all, why else would you not have a shirt on during an escort mission.
"You," she says, staring upwards at a man two feet taller than herself, offering him a pickaxe.
"Fortune says that you here are the most capable when it comes to playing with dirt," And most vexing when it came to conversing.
"Let us see if all that training is just for show."
@bigbadbaltie
— PULVIS ET UMBRA SUMUS .
we are dust and shadow
"I could ask you the same thing." Is Yuni's quick response.
She crosses her arms. Her voice mirrors the stranger's demeanor of calm, even if the words they exchange have an aura of aggression. Emotions are exposure, and feigning neutrality is the only way they can shore up their defenses. Besides, to be called a child doesn't faze her—many have made the mistake of undermining her, as this one seems to be doing—even if it is still terribly ironic coming from the girl who looks even younger than she does.
Yuni takes another step forward. The dead leaves crunch beneath her sandals, slightly wet. She does not get close; too close, at least. She is at the right distance to survey this girl, but far enough away that it does not look like a confrontation. Not yet. Moving too quickly could cost her the investigation. Similarly, however, moving too slowly could lead to even more chaos and destruction. She will not so quickly forget what happened in Joachim's village, and all the other villages like it.
"It's dangerous staying awake at this hour, you know. There have been rumors…" Yuni lets the information linger in the air before continuing, "surely you've heard of them?"
Deflecting the question? Intriguing...
The girl's demeanor tells stories of practiced wariness, not one born of youthful haste. Her gaze is practiced, something only gained after much experience, and even more doubt.
Perhaps my initial assessment was poor.
Whether it be the cold damp air weighing on her or the surprise of an unexpected meeting, something about this interaction felt off. This girl had an agenda. One that may be connected to recent uproar with the Alliance.
"I don't entertain idle chatter, so rumors often elude me." True, in this case. Nyx often wasn't privy to rumors since most of her time was spent in the library. But she knew those kind of rumors weren't what the girl was asking. The mage's eyes trail upward, observing the moon severed sky.
"Could you be on a midnight stroll? Or..." Nyx approaches slightly closer now, exchanging the neutral distance for a confrontational one. Her look more testing than before.
"Does your plan benefit from the veil of night?"
99 NIGHTS IN THE INFINITE IKEA?!?! 🤯 (GONE WRONG 😱) (OLD MAN YAOI WARNING ⚠️)
Non-Mission Task Board || Matthias
Rumors often are equipped with petty matters and embellished details, even further defiled by hungry ears and loose mouths. Oftentimes when one of these rumors fall upon Nyx's ears, they are met with a slight scoff and a turned cheek at its ridiculousness.
However, at the mention of a peculiar large shop with an even larger selection of tomes and items, Nyx just has to verify. Even if what a minuscule fraction of what they speak holds truth, then it must be pursued.
After all, a remedy to her curse might be present. A siphoning ailment that pollutes her every waking moment. The heavy years cannot weigh her devotion to a search. Every little lead must be followed, despite how taxing or true it is.
How cruel a thing hope is.
Though, something that the rumors conveniently forgot to detail was the need for a ridiculous card. To guard at the store front, Nyx crosses her arms and furrows her brow, "You mean to tell me that in order to be a patron, I must possess a card or be spoken for? How obsessed. To reject one's coin simply because it doesn't have that 'romantic gleam'."
She turns her back to the store front, her pride ready to move her feet, but her desperation forces them to stay. A torrent of frustration builds, soon to be met with an exhale, venting all her pent up thoughts.
She must get in. A store truly that big must have hints on how to reveal her true self, or perhaps how to revert her form. This possibility absolutely cannot be passed up.
So now she turns to the crowd, and to the first free person she spots, one donning fiery red hair, she approaches, "Pardon me. May I please have a moment of your time?"
Now that he is in front of her she truly realizes what a character she has picked out. Looming over her, his stare is met with her unwavering gaze.
I really did choose quite the character.
"Young man, I require your aid. Could you please pretend to be my lover?"
@cielenruine
No.
Moments earlier... Matthias had found himself waiting. A store this large begets a line just as long and he has no qualms about such a thing. Rushing to the front will do little for him and it's not as though it's stood still. Though the pace is a crawl, to move is to move.
These are his thoughts before the most baffling of questions is asked by, frankly, most baffling a person.
She comes from the front, yet her arms are devoid of wares or any such trinket from the shop. Dismissed at the entrance then. For what reason he cannot fathom aside from looking to her question.
He looks about them at the others in the line. Were they all just waiting to be turned away if they weren't holding hands or here with their lover? What of those with 'lovers' far away? He doubts they would turn a profit, even with the monastery's population, if their criteria for entry were so restrictive.
And did she just call him a young man?
Matthias finally sighs, the beginning of his response. His glove is pulled off as the second part of it and he holds his hand out such that his ring finger is visible. Around it are two ring like marks, one mostly covered by an actual silver ring. "I'm not keen on a third marriage," -to say nothing of the fact that before him is most certainly a student.
"-But you aren't asking. What did they tell you when they sent you away?"
"A good man. Please disregard then." A slight frown grows on her lips as her brow furrows in thought.
"Ah, but a word of caution. They only accept patronage from those with a special card and in order to obtain said card, one must be in a relationship." Her tone flat, undercut by a tinge of annoyance, not directed towards the stranger, but towards the shop as a whole.
"Should I ask another? I cannot let this opportunity pass." Words for herself, but not spoken so quietly that the stranger couldn't hear.
Even a chance at finding a hint of a way to fix her would be more than enough. The absence of progress isn't proof of a lack of effort, but rather a testament to how momentous this goal she seeks truly is.
"I thank you for your time, but I apologize. You may need to return with your spouse if you wish to enter. I bid you luck in your endeavor." Her words linger in the air as she begins to turn away.
Aftergloom
Non-Mission Board || Zasha
The scraping born from bristles replace what once was taping shoes. The tired groans of labor substitute the laughter that once filled the halls. The lavash suits and dresses are nowhere to be seen, only rolled up sleeves and dirtied shirts. But the most criminal surrogate was the champagne that once felt cold in between Nyx's fingertips was tragically swapped with the hard splintered handle of a mop.
If I knew faculty were forced to help out with the cleaning of the hall, I would have cursed myself ahead of time. That's the last time I let the Monastery get the jump on me.
Thankfully, there were fellow victims cleaning with her. Grief shared is divided and what not. What the sharing does at least means others must suffer the fate with her for once. Though cruel and slightly sinister, the feeling does bring a sense of comfort.
Turning to a nearby casualty, she speaks, not out of curiosity, but out of a fleeting sense of camaraderie, "So winged one, what failed excuse brought you here?"
@deflere
This is why we shouldn't let our kids play with Mr. Potato Head
Mission Board (Decrypted Letter) || Miriel
"Replace each part of a body, and what do you get?" That's all the message reads. A joke? A threat? A moral quandary? To discern the nature of the message is an arduous task. Perhaps that is why Nyx was summoned to investigate. Nyx and this professor that exudes intelligence; perhaps due to the large hat.
A cough escapes as she clears her throat and turns to face professor, "For better or for worse, it seems that we are partners in this investigation. You may refer to me as Nyx."
Soon after her introduction, Nyx's attention turns back to the letter. The message was encoded. An obvious sign that the content of the message was to be hidden. Meaning that the puzzle is merely a second layer of defense for whatever information is to be concealed.
"What do you think of the message?" A simple question yes, but a very useful one. Questions like such are often used to gauge one's capabilities, just as Nyx is now, primed to scrutinize whatever thoughts leave the big hat's mouth. After all an incompetent ally is more dangerous than a competent enemy.
@bibliophiliacs
What has four sides, a top, a bottom, and is called a box?
Plotted || M!Corrin
Boxes and boxes line the side of the halls, carefully placed so as to not bother anyone using the hall, but enough to make them stop and question who in Fódlan would possess so many items for such a small dorm room. Some more curious bystanders would see a small child haul a box at a time, struggling with each step, and wonder if they were helping their parents move in.
When met with the child's eyes, they would greet her with a slight smile, one born from the soft happiness of seeing such a devoted daughter helping her parent move in. In turn, they were met with curt words and annoyed glares, motivating them to carry on with whatever tasks they had.
All morning these bystanders would observe, and the attention and lack of aid was starting to get on Nyx’s nerve, so much so that the next person to appear was her last straw. “That’s it! I am not some exhibit for your viewing pleasure. Make haste lest you yearn to be cursed.“
Yet when she faces the bystander, her heart stops and eyes widen. “Corin? This is where the years have landed you?“ Her cheeks rose slightly before she assumes a more neutral stance, arms crossed. “Well I apologize for raising my voice. The physical exhaustion from moving must have taken its toll on my patience."
There is an awkward silence between the two for a moment as words ball up in her throat. Though her heart regrets requesting aid and burdening a comrade, in her long years, she knows when she is truly beat. “If time is your ally, could you spare a few moments? I haven’t gotten my credentials and permissions squared away with the office so I am not authorized to use magic to help me sort through all my items. I could use the assistance. I will compensate you generously if you choose to accept."
@duskofendflame
Ethereal Ball Cont. with Takumi
⚠️ Fire emblem Conquest spoilers! ⚠️
C.A.T stands for Cataholics Anonymous's... Tiramisu?
Non-Mission Task || Sue
Precious precious weekends were never truly cherished by Nyx until her recent position at the library. Time off is joyous when it is limited. So, instead of holing herself up in the library as she would usually do, a change of scenery is what she seeks.
Instead of seeking out popular shops with different chains and locations, Nyx prefers to be a patron to smaller stores, ones whose aesthetic are more personal and cozy. And the next cafe on her list happened to have quite a unique gimmick.
The chime on the door rings clear as the sound of claws and cat toys fill the air. Her movements freeze, brows furrowing at the site of the furry creatures who occupy the cafe.
So this is why the cafe is so popular.
Cats were one of the more tolerable animals, but the concept of random cat hair damaging the books had always dissuaded her from getting one. That and the constant presence of a battle field and enemy fire.
Yet the popularity of cats seemed to surpass Nyx's expectation, as the lack of seating began to alarm her. Though, like a gentle river to a weary traveler, a familiar head of green hair is a welcome site.
Ah, she is the one from the ball. Quite the calm one for a student. Maybe if it is her...
"Pardon me," she says, approaching the table, "I believe we met once before at the ball." She stops a few steps from the table, carefully studying her expression. "I hate to suggest this, but would you mind if I impose upon you once more?"
@doeofsacae
99 NIGHTS IN THE INFINITE IKEA?!?! 🤯 (GONE WRONG 😱) (OLD MAN YAOI WARNING ⚠️)
Non-Mission Task Board || Matthias
Rumors often are equipped with petty matters and embellished details, even further defiled by hungry ears and loose mouths. Oftentimes when one of these rumors fall upon Nyx's ears, they are met with a slight scoff and a turned cheek at its ridiculousness.
However, at the mention of a peculiar large shop with an even larger selection of tomes and items, Nyx just has to verify. Even if what a minuscule fraction of what they speak holds truth, then it must be pursued.
After all, a remedy to her curse might be present. A siphoning ailment that pollutes her every waking moment. The heavy years cannot weigh her devotion to a search. Every little lead must be followed, despite how taxing or true it is.
How cruel a thing hope is.
Though, something that the rumors conveniently forgot to detail was the need for a ridiculous card. To guard at the store front, Nyx crosses her arms and furrows her brow, "You mean to tell me that in order to be a patron, I must possess a card or be spoken for? How obsessed. To reject one's coin simply because it doesn't have that 'romantic gleam'."
She turns her back to the store front, her pride ready to move her feet, but her desperation forces them to stay. A torrent of frustration builds, soon to be met with an exhale, venting all her pent up thoughts.
She must get in. A store truly that big must have hints on how to reveal her true self, or perhaps how to revert her form. This possibility absolutely cannot be passed up.
So now she turns to the crowd, and to the first free person she spots, one donning fiery red hair, she approaches, "Pardon me. May I please have a moment of your time?"
Now that he is in front of her she truly realizes what a character she has picked out. Looming over her, his stare is met with her unwavering gaze.
I really did choose quite the character.
"Young man, I require your aid. Could you please pretend to be my lover?"
@cielenruine
June Plot Call!
Hello! I'm looking to take as many threads as I can get my grubby hands on so don't hold back. If I take longer than a month to reply, please poke me! If you wish to talk further, you can reach out to me here or in discord dms!
Nyx is an Unaffiliated staff!
Affiliated Mission board
Poisoned: Weather you have been poisoned and need some aid, or you find Nyx collapsed by the side of the road, or the poison is really just one day blinding stew, I'm down for anything!
Tunnel: I have nothing too in depth planned for this one, but it just seemed really fun!
Any other thread if you need a staff to help with a + 1 stat thread!
Non Mission board
Owl After The Ball: I am down for anything here! I was thinking maybe they have a video of her dancing and she does NOT want that to spread or we can come up with something with your muse and Nyx so they can be hunt down this guy together!
Special Shop: Nyx REALLLLLY wants to get in by ANY means necessary. She thinks this shop has something that will help her with her curse so she is willing to grab and pay even a random stranger off the street to help fake her way in there, or maybe instead of a random one it could be your stranger 👀. Taken by Matthias
Strange Orb [Any Skill +1]: Again, Nyx REALLLLLLLLY wants to see what she would look like in the future. So she is dedicated to find out. But she is also curious about the nature of it so she would ask your muse many questions to study why you see what you see in the orb. Taken
Cat Cafe: I just really want to do this one, you will probably find Nyx trying to read in this cafe and struggling immensely! Taken by Sue
Aaaaaand of course if you want to grab Nyx for anything else your heart desires, please feel free to reach out to me in dms!
"Were you serious about the shoes?" It's a little after the competition comes to a close. By then, Hugh had been able to collect his thoughts about the dance, but more importantly, that he hadn't thanked Nyx properly for the time, regardless of the outcome.
So, he puts a grin on his face. "Kidding, kidding! Really though, don't worry too much about the results. It would have been awesome for us to win, but I mainly joined to have fun."
There's only a few that he has left, but he finds a flower among his belongings and presents it to Nyx. "I'm sure you saw it when they were announcing the teams, but the name's Hugh. I'm usually out and about, but if there's ever a time you want to chat, I'll put aside the time."
"Nyx," she says as she stretches out her hand to receive the flower, "and I often don't jest. If you find that your shoes have been sufficiently damaged, I ought to repay what I owe."
Though her expression seems stoic, she brings the flower closer, carefully cherishing the petals. "I don't often entertain idle chatter either, but if you seek soothsaying or advice, I work at the library. You can find me there."
Nyx thinks for a moment, deliberating on whether she should say what is on her mind or not. Her answer is met with a sigh. "But thank you for the offer. If I ever need tutorage for sub-par dancing skills, I will seek you out." A slight smile creeps on her lips.
"Now that one was a jest."
