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inkyhearted:
So regarding the hiatus… It’s kinda awkward for me, since both Vanna and Cornflower were transplanted from another defunct rp group.
Their blogs aren’t not going anywhere, though. At least not unless Vraelgard ever officially closes. If that happens, I’ll either place them on hiatus or find another group for them. (I’ll probably delete Cornflower’s discord, though…)
If anyone cares, I also rp for a character in isola, and my twitter is here
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suzukatame:
Otakemaru didn’t need to be told twice to follow, and long strides caught him up quickly to his hospitable new companion as she neared the entrance to the restaurant. He hesitated at the see-through door, glimpsing figures of all shapes and sizes moving about inside, but all dressed in ways with which he was largely unfamiliar. And the whole place was so bright–
“Hm?” His attention came back to the sapphire (a doll, that’s what she reminded him of…) and he shrugged his shoulders. “Just the smell of something cooking. I’ve been wandering around this place without any real destination in mind.” Mustering up his resolution, he pushed open the doors and led the way into the candlelit (no, those weren’t candles… they were too bright), busy interior. His gaze wandered over the smooth countertops, curved backs of cooks frying something up in the back, and the booths that lined the walls. He had seen restaurants in the capital. Briefly. And he was relieved to find that this one wasn’t too different.
“So you just… have someone else cook for you here?” he asked, glancing back over his shoulder toward Cornflower.
“Mmm...” She had belatedly realized, that for all the time spend waiting just outside, no one had entered or left this establishment up until Otakemaru showed up. How strange. Fortunately, it seemed that the restaurant, while bustling, still had some seats available. While she would never say it out loud, having to wait for a table to open up under these conditions would have been somewhat awkward.
As it were, the two of them were quickly escorted to an open booth, with their waiter departing soon after to attend to other customers. Cornflower hardly glanced at her menu, having a vague idea of what to order before she arrived here. Instead, she cast a glance towards her new ally. Despite the long locks obscuring her face, she did not miss the held gaze he had prior to entering the building, almost like he had never eaten at a restaurant before.
If her hunch was correct, then it would be pretty interesting to see what kind of food he would choose. Especially with her offer to pay for it still in effect, she felt that there would be no harm in observing his reaction to whatever he has. “Is there anything in particular that stands out? Something savory? Or sweet?”
suzukatame:
It had been a long shot: firing arrows off into the darkness, hoping one would strike something. And fortunately it seemed this one found its mark. The blue thing (another spirit, perhaps? though she didn’t smell like the demon force he was used to - in fact, she smelled more like the earth than anything alive) actually seemed to understand him and answered his question with a courtesy he had not quite expected. This was something. A step in the right direction, at least.
“Huh? You’ll pay?” Otakemaru had never been one to hide his feelings, so the surprise shone clear across his face. But he also wasn’t one to turn down an offer either. Though proud, Sealanders were also opportunists, and a smirk quickly took the place of his astonishment.
“If you insist, I won’t say no. I haven’t had a thing to eat since I woke up here.” And no money to speak of either. Or rather, he hadn’t quite figured out how his card worked, or what it even did.
With as much dignity as she could muster, which was only so much given she was trying not to cry minutes before, the little lady nodded in understanding, her bows and ribbons mimicking her movements. “By all means, I’m more than happy to spread some hospitality.” By now, all earlier thoughts of self-loathing were gone, replaced with the deep-seated impulse to aid another.
Thus far, her conversation accomplished two things: she learned that this demon-man was another transplant from outside Terra, and she managed to rebound rather quickly from her earlier slump. Perhaps once he finished with his meal, she could help show him around?
Thoughts for later. Right now, the two of them were burning time. “Well then, whenever you are ready, you’re welcome to come inside. No need to wait on an empty stomach.” Lifting herself from a seated position, the sapphire turned away from Otakemaru to walk towards the building, before suddenly stopping and turning back. The motion caused her jewel to shimmer, and when they locked eyes again, her expression had brightened perceptibly. “By the way, what drew you here in the first place? Were you seeking a meal, or something else?”
cherrytoss:
Oh ! The blue haired man couldn’t help but be at least a little thrown off by the other’s words. Kind ? Sure, it wasn’t like Dice was the rudest person in the world but at the same time in times like these he’d usually be treated like it. It wasn’t like he really was concerned about the girl in the first place— but it wasn’t like he wasn’t either; but either way it was uncommon for others to recognize this because of his rather blunt temperament. Yeah, it was totally his fault in those situations, but sometimes you just don’t feel like changing the phrasing of something you wanna say.
All that aside, the man nodded in response to her words, “ The name’s Dice Arisugawa. And it’s good to hear, wouldn’t want some freaky disease that makes people’s skin blue ‘round here. ” There were a lotta weird things in this world, and honestly… Dice still wouldn’t cross something like this off his list of worries quite yet; not when he’s seen it in a movie at least once in his life !
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“ Oh yeah — your name ?? ” Nearly forgot.
Gripping the fringes of her dress, the gem dipped into a curtsy before addressing Dice again. “I am Cornflower Sapphire, though most people simply call me Cornflower. It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dice.” Heh, did he really think she was diseased? This man truly had no personal filter, though at least she found his forthrightness to be amusing rather than insulting.
“Though I must admit, with so many people wielding magic in this land, it could very well be possible to change your skintone!” While she was certain none of the Sages could allow such a thing, maybe some errant witches or demons could. After all, there was an entire school of magic here, and one of the Sages could bequeath healing powers...
Oh right! Wouldn’t this mean that Dice has the capacity for magic as well? “That reminds me... Are you familiar with the magic here? Specifically, can you harness it?” In all her travels, there was no one who was truly powerless, so knowing Dice’s skill could come in handy.
It’s currently a winter wonderland in Kootenay National Park [4032x3024][OC] - Author: thatstheguy on reddit
suzukatame:
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This place had an odd smell to it. The scent of hot oil had enticed him at first, but the closer he came to the source, the more acrid the stench became. It was old oil, faintly mingled with the trash collecting behind the building, but someone was certainly frying something. Strange letters in red marked a bright yellow sign above the entrance, where glass doors allowed Otakemaru to see into what seemed to be some sort of restaurant. Cautiously, he approached, but his eyes caught something vibrantly blue and out of place nearby (but what could he really say about “out of place.” So far nothing seemed to be in place at all here), and he redirected to speak to her instead.
“Smells like something’s cooking. This place have food?” he asked her, gesturing a thumb toward the building (the Denny’s, but he couldn’t read human writing, nor did he especially care to). More importantly, who did it serve? The last thing he wanted was to be chased out by horrified humans.
‘Don’t let your disappointment show.’ The lady thought as she waited. For a reason she could not discern, a local she met some time ago invited her here so they could get to know her better, yet it seemed that her fair-weather friend had left her in the lurch. If only she still had her powers, she could’ve seen this coming.
While she was making to head back, a young man came up to her from behind, startling her out of her reverie. Then the... demon? He had the horns, but looked unlike the demons she met in the forest. Nonetheless, it seemed wrong to answer his casual question with an unrelated one managed to calm her down slightly, and she was able to answer him in kind.
“Ah y-yes. I’ve tried this shop before, and its dishes are quite lovely.” Cornflower tried to ignore the stutter in her words, and instead focused on the shikigami. If the smells from within lured him here, it was likely he was hungry. And she still had the money she brought for her ill-fatedmeetup...
“Would you mind if we stepped inside? My treat.”
devildrop:
“ Mhm ! I guess I’d say that, yeah ! But it can have a little function if it’s just a little cold. ” Though it was still TRUE that a lot of what he wore tended to not serve much function. It was a sacrifice of having to be a fashion icon. Though in colder seasons he tried to take advantage of that fact that he could dress more APPROPRIATELY.
“ But if I know it’s gonna be cold then I’ll just wear something else. I have a loooot of clothes back home, so I never worry about not being fashionable AND warm. ” Just then, a small frown made an appearance as if he’d just made an unpleasant realization. “ But I guess I DO have to worry about that now, don’t I ? ”
“You needn’t worry as long as you’re with me. I’d be more than happy to travel with you to find something new to wear.” Even with her ice powers currently sealed, she didn’t mind the cold. Her offer was more of a means to make sure Ramuda would be alright, and to potentially bond with him while she was here.
“Tell you what: In exchange for guidance to the local boutiques, maybe you could give me a lesson in fashion?” There was nothing particularly wrong with her current dress, but it wouldn’t hurt for her wardrobe to have some updating. “Perhaps something a little less monochromatic?”
Japan: Kawachi wisteria garden, Fukuoka
cherrytoss:
He knew it was RUDE. He was told things like that his entire life, but he couldn’t HELP it. Staring at this weird kid… No one could blame him for it, right ? He came from a world that was 99.9% human ( save for a specific person possibly ) so he thought it was PERFECTLY understandable to at least take a second glance. Of course, Dice wouldn’t be Dice Arisugawa if he weren’t to approach the young lady he was looking at, after it seemed she saw him through thick bangs. He wasn’t gonna pretend like he WASN’T looking at her and just walk off like a creep — no ! He was gonna ask exactly what was on his mind… even if it was kinda awkward.
“ So… ya skin… Is it like. Naturally blue ? ” // @prophetessblue
The freckles dotted along her cheeks were lifted as she smiled at the stranger. Even without her predictions, there was no way she could miss that familiar expression on the man’s face. Not after so many others gazed at her with that exact look of confusion.
“Mhm. Worry not for me. This is how I’ve always looked.” Taking a step forward, the small lady adjusted her hat before speaking again. “Though I must admit, it is very kind for you to act out of concern for me, especially since we haven’t met before.” Speaking of, there was an excellent opportunity to change that right now!
“So, may I... may I have your name, then?”
xithdctr:
“Oh I’m fine” He assured the girl as he stood up and brushed himself off,
“I can stand the fall. 12 centimeters isn’t…too bad?” he mused for a second before nodding to himself.
“Not too bad. At least, from what I figured. Again, I don’t really know how I got these powers; I originally wasn’t able to float in the air like that.
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Do people around here have powers? I’m not too familiar with the inhabitants here. I just got here, you see, and everything is a bit…mhm, odd I would say from my point of view.” From his TARDIS being missing to his Screwdriver being possibly nerfed, the Doctor was having a very strange time right now. God help him.
“That is... somewhat hard to say. A certain number of “new residents” keep the abilities they already had, myself included. Yet, some like you suddenly awaken new power here.”
Cornflower was dimly aware that the Sages were responsible for this power-up, but since her only experience with them was under less-then-ideal conditions, she decided not to mention it now. If he wanted to know, she could direct him later.
There was one thing that absolutely needed to be said, though. “I must mention something else worthy of note: it seems everyone here has their power diminished in some way. Perhaps it is to level the playing field?”
xithdctr:
@prophetessblue
“Oh! So sorry miss, I’m..still trying to get used to randomly floating in the air all of a sudden…” The Doctor didn’t mean to drop in front of the person (what..is she?), he just happened to accidentally activate his ‘powers’ of Anti Gravity and–
“I do not know how any this works. Are you alright?” he checked over the person to see if there is any injuries.
“Oh, please do not apologize on my behalf. You did not mean any harm, so there is no fault here.” There wasn’t any attempt to hide her astonishment, though. Despite knowing most of the inhabitants here had some form of power, it didn’t stop her amazement all the same.
“...And though I appreciate your concern, I am unhurt. Honestly, I am more concerned for you, falling out of the sky and all!”
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wildberryoras:
HE knows that hat and the gem under it. He spots her over the top of a shelf while sliding a book back into its proper place. Now, the question is, does she remember her. It’s always impossible to tell with these places they keep getting sucked into.
He’s not known for his stealth nor being nonchalant. He tries anyway, hovering across the library to the shelf she’s inspecting, bumping gently into her.
❝ My bad. ❞
@prophetessblue
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"..!" She felt the weight of a shadow before the figure made contact. Too bad the warning wasn't enough to keep her from almost dropping the book she was considering.
"Oh no, I shouldn't let my mind-" Before she could finish, Cornflower turned to face that voice, and found herself stupefied at who was gazing back at her. It was at this point the lady actually dropped her book, all attention focused elsewhere. "...Star? Y-you recognize me?"
lunarxprophet:
At the question, Waka smiled. “Oui~ Performances like this are not that frequent, or common where I am from.” And if they are, they were more traditional and reflective of the culture of the mortals living in Nippon. There were also no such performances during his time in the lunar realm, at least none that he could recall.
“I would be honored to, if that is alright with you,” he said before taking the offered seat. This one looked to be a sort of humanoid, not unlike, yet different from himself, and he found himself curious.
“You said this was your first performance, no?” He had no intention of participating himself, for he was certain no one would want to hear him play a recorder. Maybe if his flute had been restored he would give it a shot.
"Of course I don't mind." While she was facing her new acquaintance, his question had her mind wandering. Of course, Cornflower had known of events with similar entertainment for some time, but her work left her too busy to ever attend.
If only she knew what she was missing! While books and television provided some insight to, it was nothing compared to the skills laid bare before her and the resulting reverberation of the crowd's cheers. Even a soft-spoken lady such as herself felt her blood boiling with passion, metaphorically speaking.
"Well, if celebrations are so hard to come by, then there's all the more reason to enjoy ourselves, right?"
seasonal aesthetics.
bold what applies to your muse / repost, don’t reblog !
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.
𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palm trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.
𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of homework. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.
excessivelyalive:
@prophetessblue liked for an event starter
Blackgrove has been a subject of exploration since she’s been able to travel to it. It’s well past dark at this point, though the energy of the place hasn’t wavered, even as it approaches ten. Head in the sky, Miriam isn’t really interested in much else, instead, trying to draw out images from the heavens. Catching someone else at a similar task, she sidles closer.
“Do you recognize any of these constellations?”
As entertaining as the events and festivities of the solstice were, there had come a time where the gem wanted nothing more than to wind down and relax. Stargazing wasn't one of her favorite hobbies, but watching the stars helped to clear her mind. Gently sweeping strands of hair and ribbon out of the way, she considered on how to respond to this newcomer.
"I know no constellations, but I would be willing to learn."
