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[skyfarer]

trickfair‌:

@skyfarer​

                  Despite never liking to combat too much, Drang knew he should at least keep himself in check. His magic had been reduced to just barely enough for him to actually utilize it, and while he was thankful he got something  —  he was already missing his old magic. Not only because he missed being able to defend himself, but he terribly missed being able to do some impressive magic tricks. He’ll get his old strength back as if his life depended on it.

        And so, he can be found within the training grounds of the city, focusing on one particular, and somewhat familiar, training dummy. In the blink of an eye, he uses his  telekinesis  and lifts the same ping pong balls that he received from the city and closes his eyes. He shows some distress on his features, unable to properly conjure powerful water magic, his usual go-to, leaves a sour taste on his mouth. He sighs, dejected — before his ears lift at the feeling of someone familiar nearby.

        His awfully serious face swiftly changes when he spots the familiar captain. He’s beaming, glad to know she arrived in one piece. There’s something else, but Drang’s never been easy to read  —  for now, he’s just glad she’s here.  “Oii! Hello there, Djeeta-chaaan!~”  He knew he really had nothing to worry about, though. He’s seen her fight, and he’s very aware of how strong she is.  “Been a while, hasn’t it? It’s nice to see you’re doin’ fine!”  He’s got a lot to tell her, too. From the strange nature of the city, to the amount of sweet things he’s been able to find in such a small amount of time.

djeeta had only heard of the training grounds the city provided in recent days, but the idea of it brought with it a surprising feeling of relief.  to be able to safely train, to be able to work out her frustrations and make sure her skills with a blade did not wane during their time on this island - it was ideal, really. the perfect way to pass her spare time outside of helping sandalphon with his new storefront, to make sure her fighting ability did not wane during this curious period of entrapment.

djeeta never wavered in being the sort of person who only felt relief when she was occupied with a task. she always needed something, anything to do - be it helping another with their work or training her combat abilities. sitting still simply wasn’t an option. it left her feeling restless, dissatisfied. most of her crew were aware of this boundless enthusiasm, and on several occasions had cautioned her about the risk of overworking herself, but the girl had yet to heed those warnings. thus, she had made her way to the grounds as soon as she had found the time to do so, a bounce in her step and her wooden blade clenched tightly in her fist. 

the possibility of meeting someone she knew there had not been one she had considered, but it too was a welcome surprise. the training dummies could wait. ‘ oh! ’

the young captain’s expression brightens further at the sight of the lively erune, and she quickly dashes over to greet him properly. ‘ drang-san, hello there! you’re working hard, i see! ’ drang had been the djeeta person she had expected to find in a place dedicated to fighting, but she supposed that even he would have to hone his skills sometime. she doubted he had gotten so strong by sheer chance - especially not strong enough to win the approval of the black knight herself. ‘ i’m fine! nothing to worry about at all. are you also doing well? i hope this place hasn’t been too hard on you! ’

[skyfarer]

idealflames‌:

♕ - ; The circumstances at hand were a peculiar one in that Percival should have been surprised to see the well being of his captain doing quite fine. However, there was the initial surprise of seeing the snow practically trap her in place, the expression he gave was something of a neutral one. He wasn’t disappointed nor surprised, but he also didn’t see it coming. Some how, his expression portrayed a series of emotions yet none at once. It was that feeling of familiarity that couldn’t be found elsewhere. 

♕ - ; Stepping forward silently, Percival drew the wooden blade from his side. It would naturally ignite in a moment he swung it but wood was cheap anyways. With the briefest wave of his sword, a heat just warm enough to melt the surrounding snow would envelop his blade and quickly do away not only with the frosty menace but provide a brief heat flash to warm Djeeta up for a moment. “ There’s a certain amount of dignity that everyone should at the minimum present themselves with to anyone that comes across them. I would hate to think someone who would’ve come across yourself in this state would think ill of you otherwise. “ 

“ But beyond the circumstances at hand, it’s a great peace of mind to see you unharmed and doing well. At least, well enough before how I had found you. Ideally you’ll learn not to underestimate the state of weather from here on out to prevent more.. incidents like that. “ 

his reaction was unsurprising. this was percival, after all. djeeta had known the man long enough to know this was just the way he was, much like he had come to accept her for all her quirks. or at least tried to put up with them, if this situation was anything to go by. still, she giggles at his blunt tone, all the while wiggling arms and legs through what once-solid snow - now reduced nothing more than slush thanks to his sword ( though she observes that it is wooden, similarly to her own. they had obviously taken lohengrin from the knight much like they had taken her own kaneshige. how troubling ). ‘ presenting yourself properly all the time sounds exhausting. i’ve surely told you that before. isn’t it better to enjoy yourself in your own way, even if some people will think poorly of you for it? it doesn’t seem all that productive to fret so much over what a stranger thinks of you. ’

gloved hands rub together, finally freed from their icy prison and warmed slightly by the heat percival had provided.  what a relief that brief warmth had been. her smile, she hopes, conveys her gratitude. ‘ but of course i’m doing well! ’ beyond getting trapped in the snow that is. best to leave that part out, lest he poke fun. ‘ waking up on unknown islands is becoming a regular in our lives, unfortunately. still, this one is stranger than most. i’m worried about lyria and vyrn too. i haven’t seen either of them at all. ’ though the fact that she was still alive meant that lyria was fine, alive. such knowledge was enough to keep her calm in the face of everything else. 

‘ i’m glad to see you as well. it’s a relief to know you’re fine. ’ she expected no less, but her thoughts were always with those she cherished in her crew nonetheless. sincere words quickly give way to a mischevious smile however, a hand moving to rest on her hip and eyes bright. ‘ i make no promises about not doing this again, though! playing in the snow is way too much fun. you should try too, percival! just don’t melt everything! ’ 

[skyfarer]

new year, new me, new rp ad! if at all interested, please feel free to give this a like for a short starter from djeeta. i’m going to go ahead & leave it tentatively uncapped for the time being. my inbox is also open if you have any particulars you’d like to discuss! 

[miyukiko]

Shining Blue

[skyfarer]

quickwits‌:

@skyfarer​  ❤‘d for a starter !

He doesn’t mean to end up here. Not really, anyway. The advanced machinery is perhaps the first to catch his eye at the Build-A-Gingerbread Man station. He’d spotted them whirring dutifully behind the glass, grown infatuated as patrons input commands and robotic arms were put to work, and as a scientist it’s what Leon tells himself is his sole reason for standing around and watching with bright eyes and upright ears. It surely isn’t the decorated cookies that have maintained his attention, nor is it why he feels like the money he’s been given is burning a very tempting hole in his proverbial pocket. (Because it can’t truly do that if all the transactions in this city are digital, after all.) Yet, the longer he observes, the harder it is to ignore how good freshly baked gingerbread men smell, or the ideas swimming around his head over which one he’d like to make. But something like that, it’s definitely just for kids. He’s too mature to be bothering with an activity so childish. Right? He stands there a couple of seconds more, fingers poking together and feline ears shyly flattening, before the temptation simply becomes too great. If no one’s here to see it, then maybe… making himself just one cookie should be fine. Hesitantly, he speaks up to the nearest person beside him.

“ Um! Hey, do you know how much it is? … To make one? ”

the bustling of people and the excited giggling of children had drawn her in - not too strange at this time of year, but intriguing all the same. soon enough she had found herself standing before a small workshop, the sweet smell convincing her to remain where she stood. her gaze became transfixed on the cute treats as a hand moved automatically to her phone, grazing over the device as she debated whether or not gingerbread would be a wise purchase. 

machines that make gingerbread men right after you order them - it was an amazing device in her mind. the movement of the machine alone as it swirled icing on each cookie was entrancing too, enough to keep her still as she watched silently. those large metal arms would certainly do a better job than djeeta ever could of decorating - her shaky hands always made for the strangest of designs. however, upon hearing a small voice below her, the skyfarer’s attention diverts from the viewing glass to the form of a child standing next to her - an erune? 

‘ do you want one? i’ve been hoping to try some too. the smell is just too good to ignore, isn’t it? ’ that still left the matter of price, something she had not been able to discern. upon turning her head, however, djeeta caught sight of a small sign - one that had previously been hidden by a crowd of eager children. ‘ oh, they have so many offers! two for one seems like the best choice? would you like to use the machine to pick your favorite type of gingerbread man and then i’ll cover the cost? we’ll both get something nice that way! ’ and it was the season for kindness anyway ( not that she’d make a child pay for something back home either, regardless of the time of year ). 

[skyfarer]

primarchfell‌:

He supposes he owes an explanation, but not even Lucifer himself knows of his sudden existence in this world, which he considers both a blessing and a curse in its own right. He opts not to question the hands of fate, and instead take what he’s given, feeling both grateful and greedy at the same time. It’s certainly conflicting, but no matter what doubts and thoughts and feelings Lucifer has, he easily masks it with a smile, one that is calm, yet subtly widens at Djeeta’s presence. He recalls her well, in fact, previous events are still raw with their impact. Lucifer has his concerns on Lucilius and Belial and their whereabouts, but for now, he takes every day for what its worth, relishing this new gift and body, his position lessened, but he doesn’t mind it too much. “Ah, I am quite fine,” Lucifer reassures calmly, “I do wonder whether it is a pleasure or not to meet you here. But I am glad to see you in good health.”

Even if something sinister is amiss, Lucifer holds onto the hope he has in himself. Him wanting to protect people is something that hasn’t changed, and he’s grateful for that, too. “It seems the impossible is made possible here. Rest assured, what you see before you is no illusion.” If this were some kind of trick, then what a foul one indeed. Not that Lucifer is a stranger to foul-play; He’s still questioning whether he deserves a second chance. So far, this place has been nothing but peaceful and interesting. He hopes it’s been the same for her.

“And how are you? Dare I say, it’s different to speak to you like this directly. I do find myself preferring it, though. Wouldn’t you agree?”

it is hard to say whether his words are mere trickery. 

if one was lying ( especially so to the leader of the crew deemed their enemy ), they would do their best to make it appear that what they said was the truth - do their utmost to appease any potential doubt. and yet, she finds herself believing his words despite herself. even if all logic dictated that she should remain cautious, it was difficult to do so in his presence, especially when the man spoke with such a gentle tone. really, it was hard to believe that he and lucilius shared the same features. ‘ ... then i’m very glad that you’re in good spirits as well. ’

‘ yes! despite the circumstances being what they are, i’m also happy to have the chance to speak with you in person, lucifer-san! ’ she says this kindly, fists squeezing together in an energetic wave of the hands. ‘ i never thought i’d have the chance to speak with you directly. you were always so busy when i saw you. ’ 

djeeta then stops with a thoughtful pause, her mind drifting to another person who was so closely related to the incident that had brought lucifer’s existence to her attention in the first place. ‘ have you met with sandalphon? i’m sure he’d be happy to see you if you haven’t already. ’ if not a little spooked, though he was much better at maintaining his poker face than the captain ever would be. ‘ he’s been working very hard even if he won’t admit it, so it’s hard to catch him at the best of times. ’ still, if the two could meet and talk, if he would be able to voice what he hadn’t had the chance to say before belial had — well, nothing made her happier than her crew. their happiness was her own. 

[skyfarer]

primarche‌:

did his voice always sound like that? to other people? odd. “It’s me, somehow.” he’s used to his questions not receiving answers, at least when it comes to this place. he reflexively moves forward, grabbing hold of her wrists in order to get her to stop patting her — his body. “I won’t, just..can you refrain from patting me? I’m sure it’s peculiar being in my body, I can relate, being in yours.” furrows his brows, attempting to not let embarrassment take hold. “This is strange enough as it is.”

her expressions with his face are also weird to see, which only makes him wonder what kinds he’s making with her face. he makes an attempt to lighten up, just a little. enough to relax. how can he relax?

“Should this be the work of a primal, I’m certain a solution would come easier to us. But I have little hope we’ll have any chance of solving this quickly, nor that the ones responsible are so easily identified.. still, I don’t expect you to give up. We’ll find a way. Maybe there’s a trial we’re supposed to overcome?”

‘ oops, sorry sandalphon! ’ 

it certainly is strange to have to look down at him when she had become so accustomed to being the shorter of the pair, but it seemed her body’s strength was intact if the grip on these wrists of his were anything to go by. did that mean she was able to use his powers? that was both intriguing and downright terrifying to think about. how did he even get his wings to emerge? that had been one of the reasons she had been touching at his back in the first place - though she hadn’t had enough time to ascertain how exactly any of this worked. ‘ it does feel very strange being you.  is it because you’re a primal? i can’t be entirely sure, but something feels a bit off. ’ 

the missing heartbeat, in particular, was extremely unnerving. so much so that her entire body was tensing automatically ( something she hoped would not show on her face ). she didn’t want to make this situation any more difficult by putting forward her own discomfort, by giving them more to worry about. djeeta would just put up with it and hopefully, they would be able to swap back sooner rather than later. it was strange though - had she always been this easily bothered? or was it just the stress of everything hitting her at once?

‘ well, i’m sure we can figure it out. we’ve dealt with far worse than this, after all! ’ with wrists now freed from his grip, she presses a finger to her chin and taps thoughtfully. ‘ it’s just a case of how we approach finding answers. we might not be the only ones affected, so people could be in a state of panic right now. they wouldn’t be great for providing information. but it's a phenomenon exclusive to this island, there might be something recorded in its library about what’s causing it? i haven’t been there myself, but i do know there is one. ’

[skyfarer]

aurulent‌:

@skyfarer​ ➴ ( sc ) !!

Claude likes to think himself a man of the arts. He’s also someone who tends to look a little too deeply into said art ( because truly, someone who thinks a song about flowers creeping up out of the soil as dark and depressing probably looks too deeply into things ). Even the tiniest of details can never escape him/

However, in the field of the many ice sculptures around, he was finding some trouble figuring out what a certain sculpture could be conveying. He tried to look at it multiple ways - he even tilted his head as much as he could to try and see it at a different angle!

But nope. Whatever this sculpture was supposed to be, he just did not get it.

     “Man, I should have dragged Lorenz with me. They probably      would have weaved a whole speech about what it’s supposed      to represent.”

returning to the site of the sculptures with a warm drink in hand ( something that was sorely needed after pawing at solid ice for hours ), djeeta grins at the man staring at one figure in particular. ‘ it was supposed to be my friend. ’ she sees no reason to be embarrassed at her own disastrous creation - rather, she is pleased to see people trying to understand it. 

as she had been making it, djeeta had been certain that she had gotten somewhere. that she had captured vyrn’s appearance perfectly. that opinion had quickly changed when she had taken a step back and reexamined her work. rather than be disappointed, however, she had simply burst out laughing at the sight of it. ‘ he’s a small dragon. well, most would mistake him for a flying lizard. ’ the captain steps around the sculpture with a sigh. ‘ so honestly, i’m not sure how this happened. it’s definitely not a dragon. sorry, vyrn. ’

‘ i suppose it’s obvious that it’s my first time sculpting? everyone seemed like they were having such a good time, so i joined in without thinking. ’ she curls her hands tighter around the paper cup in her hand, reveling in the warmth it brought. ‘ but i guess i’m just better suited to fighting? delicate things like this are surprisingly challenging. ’

[skyfarer]

primarche‌:

“What nonsense is this?!” it feels foreign — it is foreign. this body is not his own, and what’s worse is he’s staring right at himself. the armor along his arms is what he notices following this, an attempt to quickly ascertain just where he is. who he is. her voice sounds different from her perspective, but it’s hers nonetheless. “This is… of course. Then you must be…”

he’d find it comical, were he not completely bewildered by it.

“Deception at every turn, huh. I refuse to play along with this.”

@skyfarer

when she opens her eyes, the first thing she notices is that her body feels strange.  

why wasn’t her heart beating? where was her pulse? her chest feels strangely hollow and yet, there was an ever-present vibration. a humming that she is certain only she can hear. but perhaps the most startling sight of all was the figure before her - a figure that was undoubtedly djeeta. it is only then that she looks down, eyes wide.

‘ sandalphon? ’ wow, her voice was deep. or was it better to say his voice? ‘ don’t hit me - you’ll be hitting yourself! plus, i think you’d only end up hurting yourself. or, me. ’ her new hands move to pat at her chest and back, curious. so this was what it felt like to be a primal? it wasn’t what she had expected at all. ‘ do you think a primal did this? and how are we going to turn back? ’

[skyfarer]

@idealflames​

the snow was deeper than anticipated. 

what she had previously believed to be a rather generous, but more importantly still a navigatable layer of snow, had quickly shown its true colors and proven itself to be a formidable foe. when she had deigned it right to dive right in to the snow to begin having some fun, she had been surprised to find that it reached her waist, effectively trapping her entire lower body within. a mistake, but not something she could take back. thankfully, a familiar face showing up at the opportune moment brought with it the budding hope of freedom. 

‘ percival, hello! nice weather, huh? ’ 

it takes another wiggle before djeeta sighs in defeat, flapping a free arm in the air in the direction of the knight. this was certainly one way to reunite with a friend, she supposes. ‘ would you mind helping me out of here, percival? i may have made an error in judgment when i went out to play. just a small one. ’ though who could blame her, really?  the allure of fresh snowfall was hard to resist, especially when there was little else to do. 

[skyfarer]

@primarchfell​

‘ ... lucifer-san? ’ 

this was surprising, and she had made no attempt to hide the fact on her face. really, this island was incredible when it came to presenting her with the impossible. ‘ i’m sorry but shouldn’t you... i mean, didn’t you...? ’ djeeta struggles with how best to approach the man with her thoughts, thumb pressed to her lip as she nips at the nail in thought. after all, she had not expected to see him of all people. not when sandalphon had confirmed his death with the inheritance of his powers. plus, belial had taken lucifer’s body for the sake of lucilius - that much had been clear when she had met the astral in person. 

and yet, here stood the previous supreme primarch, no sign of scarring around his neck and a smile on his face. it was as if nothing had happened. but that wasn’t true, was it? 

there was always the possibility that this was indeed another ploy concocted by lucilius and belial, albeit it a plot on a smaller scale than their previous works ( perhaps due to how this island made one powerless ). they were crafty. they could have escaped wherever it was they had been taken to - she would never such a thing past them. still, her gut told her otherwise, and so she drops her uncomfortable line of questioning for one more familiar to her. one she would give to any person she cared about.  ‘ are you... alright? ’ 

[skyfarer]

primarche‌:

he’s aware of just how long it’s been since he’d last seen her but, the realization over that length of time didn’t dawn on him until this moment, with a caught glimpse of wisps of her hair and that ever-present smile on her face as she attempts to catch up with him. she seems to fit right in, and of course.. after getting to know her, he knows that for her, it’s probably easy to adapt to the situation as it presents itself to her. unpredictable defier of fate. a singularity, through and through.

her absence ever noticeable; her presence, one he’s surprised he was so accustomed to for the lack of it to feel uncomfortable. unnatural.  “Is it a relief? I suppose so.. I wouldn’t wish for you to be alone.” but her questions follow his own line of thought when he’d first arrived, and thankfully he has a few answers. “’Here’ happens to be just that — an island. Though it doesn’t follow the same mechanics that we’re accustomed to, it seems.” he takes a second, as if it’s finally sunken in that those two are missing still. “They’re not with you? Well.. it doesn’t appear to pose as a problem yet, you seem to be doing fine.” as far as ’danger of dying right this second’ goes. he’s not sure how to present those he’s seen, though.

“I’m in good health —as skydwellers say. And there hasn’t been anything thrown in my path that I couldn’t handle.” he hasn’t had his core destroyed or anything like that, at least. “While it’s true that time is immeasurable for me.. maybe you aren’t fine after all? Although, I suppose a little over half a year may be gone in a blink. Unless my disappearance had just been easy to miss?” he’s joking.

‘ no, they’re not with me. i’m not even sure if they’re on this island. i woke up here by myself. ’ she looks down, flexing her fingers as if to affirm they are still in working order before she nods firmly. ‘ but you’re right! the fact that i’m doing okay must mean that lyria is too. and hopefully vyrn is with her so she isn’t too lonely. i’m sure katalina-san wouldn’t let them escape her sight either. ’ despite the worry for her dear companions still bubbling in her stomach, unable to be pushed away entirely even with the most believable of assurances, her eyes brighten somewhat. ‘ and you’re here with me! so here’s hoping that nobody has to be alone while the crew is separated. ’ for however long that may be. it seemed to be on its way to becoming a frequent occurrence in their lives. 

‘ —wait, what did you say? ’ 

for as hard as she had been trying to remain calm and collected in this unknown place, his comment rattles her. within seconds, djeeta’s expression becomes one of pure concern, eyes darting over his person quickly. ‘ ... are you joking? that isn’t funny, you know. ’ 

sandalphon’s jokes ( if one could even call them that ) had only ever been teasing remarks towards her character, towards the crew at large. his last comment in particular fit the bill perfectly. but the rest of what he had said? the rest had made her freeze up. but even so, she had to hope that he was just poking fun. after all, the idea of the primal being absent from the crew for more than a day without her notice seemed absurd. he had already significantly carved himself into their lives since joining their group. catching him within the kitchen in the mornings brewing coffee had become a daily occurrence. the possibility of him having been missing for half a year, and worse, for her not to have noticed such a thing - it didn’t make any sense. 

or rather, it just wasn’t possible. not in her crew.

‘ sandalphon, i remember seeing you on the grandcypher before i woke up on this island. that couldn’t have been more than a few days ago, barely a week! ’ 

[skyfarer]

@primarche​

‘ ah, is that — sandalphon! wait up! ’

the distinctive figure of the supreme primarch stood out among the unfamiliar streets and djeeta quickly begins to move in his direction. the mere sight of him - a member of her beloved crew, someone she knew - had instantly granted the captain a large sense of relief in the face of what had otherwise been a time of frustration and worry. worry for her friends more than herself, of course, but worry nonetheless. thankfully, djeeta’s shout had stalled the primal in his tracks and it took only a minute to reach where he stood, a pep in her step and smile wide on her face. ‘ i’m glad to see you! you know, i was almost worried there for a moment. what a relief to know i’m not alone here! ’ 

she pauses then, however, smile falling somewhat as her expression turns to one of confusion. perhaps he would have more answers as to their current predicament? she could only hope. ‘ that said, do you happen to know where ‘here’ is? i don’t remember an island like this. and have you seen anyone else? i can’t stop thinking about lyria and vyrn. i know it hasn’t been long but... ’ an unknown land could be ripe with unknown dangers, especially so if this place had the power to strip away their very abilities. without those, lyria and vyrn especially would — ‘ well, i’m sure they're fine! i shouldn’t worry too much! ’ her smile returns, and while it is more forced than before, she remains adamant in her belief to smile through troubling times in the hope that things will improve. ‘ you’re okay too, right? nothing bad happened? it hasn’t been too long since i’ve seen you either, but i hope you’ve managed to stay out of trouble all the same. ’

[isolaradiale]

(following a prior reserve, here is djeeta of granblue fantasy. her app can be found under /d, thank you!)

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Djeeta!

You will be housed in CONDO 414.

You will retain your one with the blade skill which can be used up to five times daily and will receive a wooden sword.

– mod pleiades.

[miyukiko]

  “This time, I’ll –”

[ninoueco]

the glorybringer

[cygames]