ghosts of the past

Generally has a blunt, somewhat coarse manner of speech to her, but she's a kind and thoughtful person where it matters. | 8,000 G

[rosepuppeteer]

arch-sorceress​:

In her unconscious state, Pandora had dreams of her mother full of nostalgia. Once she was woken up and realized that these were merely dreams, it was not nostalgia that filled her, but rather, sadness. 

“Wha…” Pandora surveyed her surroundings and met eyes with the formally dressed woman with long ears in front of her. She had to say she appreciated the skull pendant and the bat adornment on the woman’s hat. It took her a moment to consider the pinkette’s words. 

Although, she thought she left the apartment for her safety, she was realizing that this was perhaps not the brightest of ideas. Especially considering that she had just fallen asleep. The woman’s last words, however, confused Pandora. Did she perhaps mean because they were both women. Pandora would usually not consider herself equal to mortal women, but at that moment, she was.

She had often heard that it was unsafe for women to be alone in the dark, but never felt that it applied to her until that very moment. Her somber expression turned to one of fear. At least she wasn’t alone.

“What t-time is it?” Pandora asked, wishing she had never left home.

Once the silver-haired girl--or young woman, it was difficult to place an age on her-- came to, Dolce cleared her throat. She hadn’t thought this far.  Her eyes were staggeringly violet-- even in the dark she could tell. Was she even human?

“It’s ... well, late-- almost half past midnight,” she said. Her gaze flicked to the side as she made sure there was no one in their periphery lurking nearby. Then she continued, “Do you-- erm, do you live nearby? You can’t stay here. Your temperature might drop even further.” She was only staying temporarily here in Arcadia, and her clinic was on Leuda, but she still was a healthcare worker regardless of territorial boundaries. Now, if the girl had nowhere in the vicinity to go to-- that would be another problem. The inn that Dolce was staying in was considerably close, but...

[thedensedoctor]

Purchase (kind of)

4,000G paid to @rosepuppeteer for assisting with making an old recipe 

((the cost of an Anti-Fire potion))

New Total:  348,390G

[rosepuppeteer]

[+4000G]

[rosepuppeteer]

mintteaprincess​:

Branching Out | Open

She really did it. 

After weeks of contemplation, Frey finally decided to make the plunge and switch jobs. Well, it was more like quitting one job and getting two more, but nonetheless it was a significant change, one large enough to be a cause for celebration. She was getting herself out of what she now knew was her comfort zone. 

After an entire year of being on Leuda, Frey finally decided to call it home. Once she could save enough money, she’d move into an apartment, something bigger than the tiny hotel room she currently occupied. Some place she could decorate and call her own… 

With her heart set on making the night one of celebration, Frey set out to where the night life of Leuda lived: The Underground. A nightclub wasn’t really within Frey’s normal realm of entertainment, but she was getting herself out of her comfort zone! What better way to do that than go to a night club? She could dance the night away, maybe have a drink, and just have a good time! Donning her only club-worthy attire, a modest black romper, Frey let her hair down from her pigtails for the night and entered The Underground, the sound of music thrumming through her chest immediately. 

Now… if only she knew where the bar was.

The mass of bodies in such close contact on the dance floor caused the rose-haired woman to blush and divert her gaze, even if she was merely observing. To think that restrictions on clothing and public interactions had fallen so lax over the years... it was only one of the many things that had caused culture shock in this era.

Truth to be told, she was here because though she didn’t mind working at the clinic, even she couldn’t stay indoors all on her own every day. She hadn’t many friends (unless you counted Pico as one), and apparently one was supposed to go to "clubs” to make them. But she hadn’t been prepared for what she would encounter.

It almost seemed easier to meet acquaintances through family members, as she had in her past life, then attempt to start a conversation in such a loud, claustrophobic environment. But she’d just gotten here, so she couldn’t give up yet... She decided to buy herself some time by attempting to hydrate herself. But in her haste, she’d bumped into another body, and quickly cleared her throat in embarrassment,

“Ahem-- excuse me, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” she muttered. But the frustration over took her and she couldn’t help but say aloud, “... This so-called ‘club’ is a disaster. How is anyone supposed to find their way here, or even speak to one another!?”

[rosepuppeteer]

Although she didn’t like the heat or sun, after spending enough time working at a clinic she knew Vitamin D was important. So she forced herself to find an outfit -- though it felt revealing by her standards, she wouldn’t want to be suffocating in the hot temperatures. Dolce also made sure to bring a heavy beach umbrella-- she wouldn’t dare leave the shade today. She would stay on the shore, make sure no one ended up getting into a medical emergency.

[rosepuppeteer]

activity check.

DATE: 06/13/2020

[-1000G] For living in the Mire Apartments.

[+0G] Gambled it away...

NEW BALANCE: 4000G

[rosepuppeteer]

caught snacking | open

It was midday and the heat of the sun caused perspiration to bead at Dolce’s neck, above the collar of her long dress. If it were for anyone else, they would have likely shed the additional layers, but she wouldn’t bare skin unless necessary -- besides, this trip was only supposed to last less than half an hour.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t. Stacked in her arms were several boxes of confectionery from the local bakeshop. She had reasoned that buying in bulk was more sensible than making the trip every couple of days, at least with the current temperatures that seemed to creep higher and higher each day. But she’d underestimated just how heavy the boxes were, and her pace had slowed to that of an injured buffamoo. Frustrating as it was, her arms threatened to give out if she exerted herself any further.

“Pico, don’t you dare say a word,” she muttered under her breath, blowing the bangs that threatened to cling to her forehead with a long exhale. She felt as if her face were overheating, but whether it was from the heat or from her own embarrassment was difficult to decide.

[arch-sorceress]

once upon a moon

It was time, yet again. Pandora’s least favorite time of the month. The dreaded start of the cycle. The moon cycle that is. When the moon disappears from the sky, so do her powers. This was when Pandora was most vulnerable. Her hair changed from silver to a dark brown; her usual violet eyes turned to a shade of deep green; her ears, once pointed, became small and round; her sharp nails became dull and useless. She was human.

The safest option was to stay, locked away in her room. However, Pandora didn’t want even the slightest chance of her roommate seeing her in such a state. It was better to be outside where no one would recognize her. When Alicia wasn’t in sight, Pandora crept out of the apartment and onto the street. She had no idea what time it was. The streetlight flickered and Pandora shuddered. In her usual garments, her shoulders and legs were left exposed. This was not opportune for the chill of the night.

Walking down the street, Pandora held herself. She wondered if this was really the best idea. Without her powers, she was helpless. How did those without magic get by? A part of her, small yet powerful, felt sympathy for them. This was human nature’s thrall.

The farther she walked, the more unsure she was of her actions. How long was she planning to stay outside? Well, there was no planning. Perhaps, she would wait until the time that Alicia typically went to sleep. When was that? She hadn’t a clue. If only she wasn’t so self-absorbed.

Eventually. she found a bench and sat down, still holding herself for warmth. She sat there, waiting. For what? She hadn’t a clue. The longer she sat there, the more she noticed the noises of the night. Chirping crickets, an hooting, and the low, steady hum of the streetlight. These noises filled the night and surrounded Pandora. It became all that she could focus on. It was a hypnotic serenade. She scooted to the side and lied down on the bench. The cold metal met her skin. Clinging to her robe, she drifted off to sleep.

[rosepuppeteer]

At odd as it would have seemed to any onlookers, Dolce’s nightly routine of collecting herbs was far from harboring bad intentions. It was dark and quiet, which made a much preferable environment to the usual crowds of the daylight hours. She had little to worry about, anyway, considering Pico would be quick to raise the alarm if there were any harm in Dolly’s way.

Eventually, however, she was set to return on her way back. The night had grown ever still, signalling the hours that had crept by. Her legs had a lingering sensation of soreness with every step. It was a subtle reminder that even in her comfort with the dark, she was no longer a full-fledged Guardian and so had to respect the physical limitations of her human form. 

“...?”

As she strode along the dimly lit path through the main street of town, a huddled dark shape on a bench caught her eye. “Pico, if this is one of your pranks, it isn’t working,” she said pointedly. But the pesky spirit simply protested, insisting that she had been following all along.

So it wasn’t the ghost. Dolce sighed, approaching the figure with a furrowed brow. It was disturbing to confirm that it was indeed a small human curled on the bench. Even if they had nowhere else to go, she was sure there were better options than out in the wide open like this...

“Excuse me, are you awake?” her tone had shifted to that she used at the clinic as she brought her hand over them. “... It isn’t safe here right now.” She paused. “For either of us.”