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NPC/Third Party Sentences
These are either prompts for a drabble, or a starter if sender’s muse wants to ‘overhear’ receiver’s muse answering these! feel free to specify the NPC if that floats your boat, otherwise they’ll just be a random NPC (a shopkeeper, a mutual friend, the bus driver, etc).
Said by a third party (an NPC):
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “I’d be careful around them, if I were you.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “I can’t remember the last time I saw them this happy.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “How did you meet them?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “You should try to patch things up.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Maybe they stood you up.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “They’re pushy.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “They’re greedy.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Do you think you could put in a good word for me?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you in love with them?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you two dating?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Hey, doesn’t [name] live/work in that building?” (that just collapsed etc?)
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “They’re kind, but they’re pretty naive.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “I didn’t think you’d stick around for them.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you here for [name]?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “You’re listed as [name]’s emergency contact, is that right?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Have you heard from [name] today? They didn’t come in to work/therapy/etc.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you going to hurt them?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “They think they’re safe with you. Are they right?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Do you know who they are? Like, who they really are?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Don’t you know what they did?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Aren’t you scared of them?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “You should stay away from them.”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “Well, they’re not here, are they?”
[ABOUT SENDER] -> “You should see this. There’s a news article about them.”
“The saying goes: the rarest treasures in the land are the words brought by the paper snow—for the words of the Tianquan have the power to move mountains, and all throughout the land know it.”
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"Beauty is subjective; you are right. I am a hundred out of ten, then," she ignores his first sentence to make him think of her as a jokester again. If this goes smoothly, by the end of this talk, he may think she is genuinely affected by the Abyss, and she is as comedic and partially insane as they go. The more strange and different he sees her, the more it can be used as leverage to prove her 'insanity.' "I won't lie; sometimes you talk, and a part of your speech just doesn't register. Kaveh asked me to teach that to him. What a valuable skill - just hearing what you want." Another statement that seems far more irritating than anything, her shrug only adds to her nonchalant behavior. "I'm joking, joking. No one's here to listen. That's why I'm even talking to you about this."
Zarina snaps her fingers at his last words. It's incorrect to deduce she's fully different compared to what Akasha knows, as cheekiness and sarcasm always followed her; good deeds were not painting her as a true saint, simply a person. A person who worked hard and was a good friend, but even then, her behavior now certainly does strike differently.
"That's exactly what I was wondering about myself," she'll feed into his examination and his reason, using it for her own plans. "You're not the first person to tell me that I'm different; I felt it too, but..." She makes a thoughtful expression, crossing her arms under her chest while thinking of how to put the next words into a coherent sentence. "I want to study the Abyss to ensure we have enough information to be prepared for anything that may arise. Abyss Order has been more active, and I cannot just sit back, even if my sanity dwindles from exposure to it," Zarina clicks her tongue, looking at the Scribe with determination yet also solemn understanding over her own position. What an actress you are. "I need to return to know how much we might face and then deliver it to Sages, or Dendro Archon herself. But you are correct: what if I am affected by the Abyss? It may affect the Akasha Terminal if I put it on myself. This sounds dangerous," a sigh follows. "I can't trust anyone else with monitoring the changes in my state aside from... you would be fitting since you are so adept at doing things under Sages' noses, as you said. But you must be busier than anyone else." Offering a bait to bite, don't you, Sokolova? Well, she doesn't expect him to actually bite it.
There's no way she could make herself any more overbearing, he quietly thought as he listened more, but as time passed he was quickly realizing that yes, she could definitely be worse. "It's not so much as skill as me having little time to spare hearing nonsense. Which is why scribes don't have to be present at pointless meetings like this. I only document what is necessary. Everything else is just noise." And normally he'd be absent today, too. It just so happens that there's information he believed he wouldn't be able to get his hands on elsewhere and he had been right. If he had chosen to go about it differently, he wouldn't have encountered her at all and therefore would have no findings in regards to the void realm.
But really, his guard being up and him not wishing to entertain anything else unrelated to his interest has nothing to do with her being a suspicious character or even showing signs that she must not be trusted, if at all. Alhaitham views scholars the same way, all of them too occupied in their own interests and will find measures to sacrifice the lives of others if it meant that their research will bear fruit, either the lives of people around them or their own. He could never understand that sort of philosophy. He wouldn't dare risk his own life for anyone else, not even for the sake of a breakthrough. As such, he gives an air of superiority when in fact it's just how normal people would behave at the prospect of it all.
"I am," he agreed without a delay, letting her know that he's not in the least bit interested yet with what she's suggesting. "I am the Akademiya Scribe. Shouldn't you know more than anyone that this is outside of my area of expertise? What you're doing is dangling work to obtain unconventional knowledge before me, knowledge that if I may add, that's not even part of my job description." There's so many that'd come to her aid given her reputation, and even more that'd even betray the Sages if it came to it. He wouldn't stand in her way. It's all their problem. "Besides, you don't know me. Don't you think it's a tall task to make me babysit you through this?" No amount of mora or knowledge would be enough to make him take on this situation. He deals with one insufferable man already. His sanity wouldn't allow him to add another to that plate. "You're a woman grown. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
lunaetis:
─「蛍」─ “ i kid, i kid. ” given the anemo archon’s response, and how very much like him to give such an answer, she couldn’t help dropping the act as her expression was replaced by a genuine smile. “ just want to try a pick up line, is all. i suppose i still need to practice before i can pull it off. ”
Oh? What’s gotten her to change all of a sudden? He thought it was cute, charming even. It’s of course not what he’s used to, but it’s not a change that he was completely against. “Look at you, being all adorable. So, who’s the lucky person~?”
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⏤ amazing; so this is how it feels to walk out of that cage with my own body
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is for me?
─「蛍」─ " are you asking if i'm yours ? why don't you tell me ? " was she in a bit of a playful mood ? perhaps. as if that teasing smile wasn't a giveaway already.
It was but a jest. Still, he didn’t expect that she’d have a remark ready in kind. “Of course not. You are and will always be your own person, Lumine~”
hi. i don’t really know how to write these anymore because i haven’t had to since i got back from the united states and had a job but .. here’s the go:
i’ve been sick for the last two and a half weeks, one and a half of those weeks were because of covid and it knocking me down senseless. and in those two weeks i was unable to work and thus earn money for the paycheck i would have earnt this thursday week ( the 15th dec ). as it stands i will be out of funds and falling into overdraft by the 15th and have absolutely nothing to sustain me or get to work to solve the mess im in until the 29th of december when i receive my next paycheck. i’ve gone through the avenues to try and sort it out via my parents ( they said no to help ) and through government avenue’s like the governmental covid / pandemic payment but that was rejected.
i’m at a loss and i really hate asking for financial help but i really. don’t know what else to do and i apologize. i know that folks are also struggling and, god, its the holiday season as well. if you cannot donate please simply reblog this. if able to provide anything or donate please send to [email protected] which is my paypal email.
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lunaetis:
─「アルレッキーノ」─ the moment the DOOR closed behind her, the female harbinger let out a scream she had been keeping all this while. a piercing sound that echoed upon the four walls now that she was alone, akin to a roar of a wounded beast having its heart ripped out of its chest. that analogy wouldn’t be too far from the truth. once, twice, as though her throat would be torn apart by that BLINDING EMOTIONS built up from within.
grief, agony, fury, vengeance, regret, desperation —
it was a blessing in disguise that all the rooms were soundproofed. however, it wasn’t like THE KNAVE would’ve cared if her heartbreak was heard by others. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. she could feel her own POWER going haywire, the way her cross-shaped irises flashed crimson over and over, how her fingers were trembling uncontrollably as they dug into her clothing, clawing violently over her left chest.
she could taste the BLOOD on her tongue, throat raw from the endless scream where bitter, iron taste filled her mouth and painted her vision RED. the harlequin didn’t know how long the time had passed, how long she had allowed her very self to be consumed by raw instincts to grieve and mourn. could her mindless shriek be called mourning ? did it even matter ? not one bit.
when her senses had returned, the KNAVE found herself slowing straightening up from her hunched over position, and quivering digits unveiled in their deadly grip a single pendant of silver. the DESIGN had an obvious semblance to items belonging to the second harbinger as the cyan gem gave a faint pulsing radiation. like a sound of a HEARTBEAT.
“ haha. hahaha … HAHAHAHAHAHAHA — !! ” laughter then burst from her lips, one after another, as though her mind had been replaced by something else and only INSANITY was left in its wake. louder, louder !!
with him being gone, the ONLY REASON this item was still beating was that the real doctor was still alive.
was that monster even considered real ? at this point, all segments could be considered a real one given their origin. and now, with him being the only one left alive, surely that definition would fall to him. real, genuine, the original. why would any of that matter if he was the only one left ?
watching the PULSING PENDANT, and memory of when this was entrusted into her hand came streaming in. and that laughter slowly receded, as fingers grasped onto the item.
“ zandik … ”
i’ll bring you back. no matter what it takes.
The smell of chemicals fervaded through the air, surrounding the closed off room. It wasn't easy to create an artifical body and it took centuries of tests and failed experiments to finalize the product for usage. Because of his failure, he knew very well that Pantalone will reduce his fundings, his success in obtaining both gnoses besides. After all, the lost of his segments meant the destruction of the investments and if he hoped to conjure even a single one, he had to prove he had the means and the methods to procure it at a fast rate. It was vital that he remembered the formula and the steps, and so, instead of worrying about a bygone relationship, he decided to focus on what should matter. After all, there's no way to renew such... bond any longer.
No matter the heartlessness of his earlier response, he knew well that it ached to learn that 'his' loss was grieved. Being mourned was the last thing that should happen to him. La Signora's death was made a spectacle, and yet a promise of vengeance was uttered in her name. And for 'him', whose future fate should be instead forgotten and cursed, there was one woman who should not have shed her tears. It stirred feelings so foreign, feelings that he was better off discarding. He never knew what it was like to be humane, to even come close to others as to feel empathy. Still, he'd be lying if he said it did not make him even slightly agonize, enough to put down the mask for a brief moment as if it'd let him see the truth clearer.
The truth didn't matter anyhow. At the end of it all, there's only himself to blame. Wouldn't it be better for the both of them to just focus on what they must do? He'd not deny the bliss it brought, a sense of purpose that made him arrive to the conclusion that maybe he could be considered human, that in spite of all that he had done he had every right to want simple things such as admiration and love... It all started just like that... an experiment. A curious question of... if someone like him could even experience it. Amidst this experiment, he had never thought that it’d result into a surprise. Nevertheless, the time for such illusions have passed. He'd let the foolish notions of romance sit still for all the good it will do him. It'll fade away eventually, won't it? After all, she'd come to find someone else to devote such affections toward, as is the lot of humans. Time stops for nobody. It never did for him.
He had decided to call the night for now and resume his work on the morrow instead. Dottore sealed his laboratory and ensured that security was in check. The hallways had never felt emptier. Gone were the times he walked these steps with her. Gone were the times of stolen moments, lips reuniting in secrecy. He could only hope to forget them on the morrow, too.
