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"it was as if a warm ray of light suddenly shone into a dark and cold room, melting away all the bad things that had piled up there." purple speck in hmmasterlist

[phantoccini]

sugar ~ yes, please {w/forteissimo}

[forteissimo]

       Her daily duties having been completed earlier than usual, Forte had taken an early leave for the day. Normally she’d be opposed to leaving work early and fill the extra time doing extra patrolling, but today was a rare occasion. For once, she wanted to just… relax. Go home, read a magazine or two, sit down with Kiel and catch up on things with him, enjoy some sweets, then do some reps on her wooden dummy before taking an early rest.

       As per usual, she went to the Bell Hotel after work to take a relaxing dip in the baths before heading home for the rest of the day. In her arms were her dirty clothes and armor from the day while she herself was fitted with cleaner, more casual looking clothes. Upon reaching her front door of her home, she turned the knob and entered. 

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[phantoccini]

-If she had the breath to hitch, it would have as the Dragon Knight approached the granulated pandemonium just underfoot. Perhaps the folly of “borrowing” from an official of law’s home  seemed a bit tactless now that she was cornered. Not that it would take any effort to drift through the home undetected, but a sense of guilt was potent in spirits--it was the main reason for any phantom to drag their feet a little behind them from the sheer weight of their lives’ misdemeanors. And it tacked her to the spot, her ghostly fingers clamped over her mouth as if even she couldn’t trust the wild bouts of chattering that her lady often found so charming.

Sensing her chance when the blonde’s suspicion faded in favor of retrieving a broom from the far side of the kitchen, Pico wobbled to her feet and bolted across the sandy sugar, the weight of her deeds leaving fresh footprints out of the corner towards the knight herself who unknowingly blocked the phantom’s beeline as she turned quite suddenly with her weapons replaced with cleaning supplies.

Freezing mid-step, Pico squeezed her eyes shut, emitting a burst of energy towards the pots and pans lined along the wall. Nothing too unusual--a misplaced breeze that clacked them together with an eerie, at best, rattle.- 

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Little girl, little girl, don’t lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shines Will shiver the whole night through.

[transientvisions]

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[transientvisions]

A walk in the dark is designed to be dangerous. Usually. There exists in the dark an uncertainty, that makes one hesitant in their movements so not to overstep their boundaries. But he was getting used to this town and its intricacies, where the slow turns and the sharp corners existed.

Familiar shapes became sharper as his eyes adjusted to the lack of lights. He could hear the flow of the river beside him that meant that he was getting closer to Dragon Lake. It would be dark there as well, but at least it was a safe place within the town.

He was by the clinic when he saw movement outside of one of the upper windows above him. “…?”

It occurred to Arthur that he was awake this late at night, so of course that meant that others could be as well. But considering it was someone who elected to stay indoors, it was also none of his business to ask why. It was strange however, considering it looked like…shoes of some sort?

Before he could process the fact that he was seeing shoes that were definitely too small to belong to any of the residents of the clinic (as he knew them), a flower pot on the windowsill fell to the ground with a large crash. The loud noise in the middle of the night made him jump and he halted.

“Is everything…are you all right up there?” He called, walking backwards to look up at the window above him. He wasn’t sure whether it was Nancy and Jones’s room or Dolce’s, but the fact that something had fallen was concerning.

[phantoccini]

-The planter wobbled unsteadily beneath the air in her shoes as she leaned over the divide to peer onto the dark stretch of road below, just out of the streetlamp’s cross-stitched reach. Although it didn’t take a light, or lack thereof, to spot the bright bulb of the heavily-robed passerby’s hair. There was something else of interest--a glint where blunt bangs ended. Oh, it was just that strange man Dolly mentioned, the one with too many pairs of glasses. Her lady was fond of accessories as well, but probably less than he. Although, Pico thought as she edged her toes off the wooden board as if she might dive into a pool below--he didn’t seem all that strange aside from the fact that he was strolling by the clinic in the late hours. Maybe he needed Jones or Nancy’s medical advice. She’d almost ensured that he would, but thankfully the pot didn’t crack open his skull.

I mean, he could be a weirdo--what if he carries around all those glasses Dolly mentioned in his pockets? He does have a lot of pockets. 

Intrigued by the proposition, she sprung from the windowsill. The excess material on the tips of her boots caught the wind before they disappeared in the blink of the fall. The phantom landed without sound or a sense of being grounded, and circled around the midnight stroller before materializing behind him with her arms behind her, head cocked at an inquisitor’s angle at the length of his robes and the shattered pot shards beyond.- That didn’t hit you, right? Well, even if it did, how lucky that it should happen in front of a clinic!

If only we were all so lucky.

[phantoccini]

[ ☽ ]  strangers ;

Pico can seem uninterested or rude to those townsfolk she doesn't hear from often. This is primarily due to the fact that before anyone could see or communicate with her, she became so used to fading into the background and having zero acknowledgements, that any sudden interest arouses initial suspicion. Although a long forgotten memory, the uneasy instincts that surfaced before her death still linger to some extent. However, she is noticeably comfortable in any conversation should Dolce be the one to respond first.

[phantoccini]

[phantoccini]

the midnight circus

-She loved the circus, even now. The dreamy lights, blue and yellow baubles, strung along the edges of the whimsical displays. Sometimes, she’d even catch a glimpse of the zebra’s tail as it flicked through the bars of its cage. From the church’s loft, she knew it probably seemed more fantastical behind the slivers of stained glass than it actually was, but her non-existent senses seemed dull by anything that wasn’t splashed in vomit-inducing splashes of bright periwinkles and neon greens. 

She wanted to roam through the gathered crowds, to weave herself into those colors as it might offer a more suitable existence, being a color that was. At least then she would be seen, no, delighted in, even. Far from the quiet pews and dreary church that was its ultimate effort not to draw the eye to multiple, dizzying locations at once. Save for the purple bell in the back room, but no one rarely ventured that far. They were probably spooked by the sprite’s sniffles which occasionally drifted into the foyer. 

As for her, she preferred the loft. A bird’s eye view of the sullen congregations below gave her a faux-sense of company now and then. Now, as it extended towards the fading glow of the sleeping circus, due to pack up in the morning, she drummed flickering images of fingers along the windowpane. Too often had she wondered if leaving the church would cause her to dissolve into nothing instead of the colors she envied. Truly that was a fate worse than her silence because at least she could watch the goings on below instead of whatever awaited her on the outside. Figuring she could stand to lose a finger, the phantom gently slid a finger through the glass, and wiggled it like a worm for an ethereal bird that might swoop her away in its beak. Then, when it didn’t, she made a fist, and her arm followed. Soon she was on the steeped roof--not a color, but certainly not nothing either. As her feet touched the ground behind the church’s high bushes, she flickered in and out of the light, and peered into the plaza. At midnight, most had already retreated, leaving the animals to their beds.

Toes tapping the pavement without a sound, she rounded the corner and balanced on one set of toes as she admired the zebra’s drowsy eyes. How cute~ but the flared nostrils that followed her staring contest and sudden shrieked whinnies and rearing was not so much.-

Oh, stuff a carrot in it! I’m just looking. Shh ~ ♪

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[phantoccini]

sugar ~ yes, please {w/forteissimo}

-Seeing as Dolly had bedded down for a nap, maladies of the month zapping her energy to the point where Pico would gladly dissipate if it meant the difference between helping her lady sit up in bed to comfortably thumb through the latest mystery novel on the shelf, the phantom’s footsteps pitter-pattered after Nancy as the nurse prepped her modest kitchen for a batch of cookies that would certainly banish her lady’s lethargy.

Oh my, out of sugar again. 

Pico perked out of her role as the woman’s shadow. No sugar meant no cookies, and no cookies simply wouldn't do when Dolly was so sick!

You still have to prep the kitchen, right? I’ll float around and see if anyone can spare a cup! 

There was a certain troubled expression at first, but pleased with her willingness to help out, Nancy agreed and bid her off as Red Riding Hood’s mother might, sick grannies aside.

Just stay near the clinic, would you?

If only she’d known that around the clinic was practically deserted. The last house she floated through confirmed the phantom’s dread.- What is this, a ghost town! -Frustration soon flitted to a whimsical smile as she drifted towards the shelves on the far side of the house. If no one was around, she’d have to get the sugar to Nancy herself! It wasn't impossible per say, and it wasn't like the inhabitants of Selphia would prove so stingy as to deny the woman who healed their illnesses a chump’s change in bakery terms.

With an ethereal, rune-powered strength, she began to coax each cabinet open. As she tipped a bag of sugar towards a mid-air cup, the sound of a door slamming behind her was all it took to spill the sweet granules at her feet.- Oh, sheesh! -Folding herself into a startled invisibility, she scooted back to tuck herself between a lamp and the fridge, unaware of the jester-sized footprints she left behind her.-

[fckvictoria]

Dragon breath?! Who are you saying has dragon breath, you little turd!?

[phantoccini]

Oh ~ I don’t know, maybe the bigger turd in front of me!

           If I had the lungs for it, I might even admire you ~   Such tactics would prove useful  in chasing boys away from milady!  But, if it’s truly a problem for you, I’d lay off the onion-dishes for a while.

[sugarymacaron]

[phantoccini]

casiadomum

I’m not marrying a dragon. Not happening, buck-o.

{ ☠ } ——

But wouldn't it be nice to roll over in the morning and have someone appreciate your dragon breath?

 —— { ☠ } 

[fckvictoria]

If you like dragons so much, why don't you just MARRY ONE?

I have no words for you.

[phantoccini]

{ ☠ } —— No, really! 

I know a fat, green one of the meddlesome variety that’d be perfect for you!   —— { ☠ }

[zodiaccity]

Zodiac Gemini biggest fears. For much more on the zodiac signs, click here.

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Request } Open

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   [He had not expected Pico to be there, and certainly not inches away from his ear, resulting in him letting out a small shriek in surprise.]

   Ah, Pico! I’m not trying anythings… I didn’t even know Dolce was around, honest!

[phantoccini]

{ ☠ } ——  Is that so?

But certainly you're aware that if I'm nearby, milady surely follows! -Accusation lingering, she poofs into sight hovering before the stunned farmer in a languidly long pose.- 

You might say that my body only exists for her!  —— { ☠ }

[fckvictoria]

-She stared blank faced at the ghost for a long moment, her brain wrapping around the ridiculously stupid joke a dozen times. Right when it seemed that the purplette had turned into a statue, she let out a snort.-

-Which turned into a chortle, which finally transformed into a ‘hunched-over-hands-at-sides’ fit of laughter. It was the dumbest possible thing, and Odette knew it, but for some peculiar reason unknown to her, it had struck the funniest of bones.-

[phantoccini]

-She's frozen in the punch line, bat-bracelet wrists flung behind her and tipping so far over that if gravity were particularly unkind to her phantom particles, she might face-plant into the fellow purplette's feet. But such is the rule of jokes, at least that's what she's been inclined to believe--freezing only until laughter follows. Or maybe Dolly just made that rule up because Pico could rarely make her laugh and it gave her an excuse to keep the ghost quiet, at least until rules seemed too tiresome not to break.

But thankfully, this won't be another case of the stiffs. She bounces back on her heel with a grin and waves her arms at her sides like a reed in the midst of the laughter's breeze.- Hehehe, Dolly likes that one too!

But did you  hear about the girl who wanted to marry a ghost?  I don't know what possessed her!

[phantoccini]

                                                 —— { ☠ } —— 

             We-he-heell...what did the ghost-teacher say to her class?

                  "Watch the board, and I'll go through it again"!!

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