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"Being odd just means you're unique..." Hello! It's wonderful to meet you — my name is Mist. ♫ I live in Trampoli, and I love turnips! If you ever happen to stumble upon any turnips or emery flowers, I would love to get them! Of course, a big fluffy cluckadoodle would be wonderful as well! ☆

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Yo, Mist. Did you lose a necklace? I found one on the floor of my store the other day (and I figured you were the most likely person to lose something).

   Hello Danny.~ A necklace? [Thinks for a moment.] I don’t think so because I haven’t been inside your shop for ages. I figured you would be the most likely person to sell it – finders keepers, right? ♫ 

[ragunasrunes]

Ah, I haven’t! Not ye- OF COURSE I’M GROWING TURNIPS! It’s the best way to bug Erik after all. And non life threatening.

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   Okay -- I’ll be waiting.~ That was a trick question, Raguna -- you can’t grow turnips in the summer. ♫ It’s too bad you can’t grow them all the time, though --- the world would be a much better place. Is there something you want to tell me? 

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{free!} ash&mist

   Bearing the same name to the young woman, mist gathered from the vast open sea and traced the light breeze rushing in her direction. Her cerulean eyes followed the simple movements of the waves before closing them and focusing her innate senses on the sounds composing the beach -- varying from the sea to birds gawking overhead. Tranquilly silent moments passed prior to her stepping into the water, which dispatched shivers up throughout her entire body. The blonde pursued onward -- palms gliding above the surface of the water -- until it reached her bellybutton. 

   Suddenly, the serenity was abruptly disturbed by the arrival of a large wave that collided into the lightweight girl. “Ah!” She gasped as her feet picked up from the moist sand below, giving into the force carrying her to the shore. Although the trip reigned victorious, the swimmer landed against something other than the grainy sand she was familiar with -- warm skin touching cold skin drove her to finally open her eyes to the sight of a young man.

   “Oops!” Mist exclaimed, promptly staggering up in order to free her weight from his chest. “Are you okay?” She discerningly asked, lending a helping hand to the individual she accidentally stroke. 

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[Sits on her front step, resting as he watches the sunrise over the tops of her neighbors' houses. The thought has occurred to him that he might need to enquire somewhere about a local inn, but for now it's nice to relax and rest his feet - while ignoring that the door he's leaning his back against probably belongs to someone.]

  [Gathered her plump turnips from the counter into the hand-woven basket, ensuring every one landed safely inside without a scratch. Satisfied, the blonde rested the container against her hip as she reached forward with her spare hand to open the door. Much to her surprise, the presence of an individual collapsing onto her feet caused her former grasp to weaken and release the basket onto his head].

–!! Ah!

   [Steps over the stranger to recover the scattered vegetables decorating her front yard]. My turnips!

[erik-licious]

U-Um…that’s…that’s excellent to hear.

/Sighs/ Well…surely you have things that you don’t particularly care for, am I right? Some people might like whatever that is. So…i-it’s possible that there are other people out there who dislike…t-turnips as well.

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  [Perkily smiles prior to listening attentively and silently to his lecture, continuing to ponder why he detested the white vegetable so]. I haven’t met anyone that hasn’t liked turnips -- except you, that is. Maybe if you gave them a chance, you will learn how wonderful they are. ♫ Do you not even grow turnips?

[matxria]

There Mist went, making a wise statement that tempted Rosetta to pull her hair out. It was hard to tell if Mist was serious or not.

Rosetta raised a brow as she tilted her head to the side. “See me? For what?”

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  “Because--” Mist started her statement, trailing off as she picked up an item from the shelf onto her broad palm. Gazing blankly at the object, the blonde eventually placed it back and finished with, “I want to see how you have been. You’re busy most of the time, so I don’t have a chance to talk to you like we used too.”

[ragunasrunes]

I… Uh… Hmm. Where have I been? In the ruins, like always. What about you, where did YOU vanish too? I haven’t seen you for ages! You haven’t been bothering me about turnips in a while I practically forgot you were here!

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   Have you found me a big fluffy cluckadoodle yet? ♫ What? I’ve still been here -- actually, I traveled around to check on the spirits, but for the most part, I’ve stayed in Trampoli. Did you miss me? Even if I’m not here to remind you about turnips, you still grow them -- right?~

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(｡´∀｀)ﾉ Status on Replies (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ

Mist Owes: Tori, Rosetta, Raguna, and Erik Mist Waits For: Mistel (Starter) Starters For: Ash and Mistel

  If I forgot you, please let me know -- I know I’m still talking with some of you about threads. Thank you for the warm welcoming omg. ♥ ((I kind of like knowing I have replies to do bc that means I’m interacting with more characters oops)) And, of course, if you want Mist, just let me know or send them over -- whatever your little heart desires. ♡

[matxria]

Rosetta didn’t want to sound rude, “Mist, we’re closed. Didn’t you see the sign?” 

“Unless… you need something important, I guess I could help.” She shook her head.

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   “Really?” Mist asked in mere disbelief, lightly brushing off her blonde moment. “I thought the sign was saying that the door was closed... What I need isn’t very important, but I also wanted to see you,” she approached the counter, resting her hands gracefully upon each other.

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*a letter arrives in the mail* Miss Mist.. it has been some time.. How is Trampoli? Karida.. has been doing well.. I'll be waiting for your response. -Tart

[Accepts her daily mail from Annette to the splendid surprise of a letter addressed in personal handwriting to her. She sits at the table to read the heart-warming letter with a smile on her face that lasts through her fetching a piece of paper and a pen.]

Dear Tori,

Oh hello! I had a feeling that you were going to write to me, and here we are. It has been some time. I’ve missed reading your letters. Trampoli has been doing well too – the spirits are happy, so I am happy. How is everyone there? Is your brother staying out of trouble? He is so mischievous. I hope to hear from you soon!

P.S. I remember you writing ‘Tart’ at the end of your letters, so I thought you were hungry and cooked you a tart. I hope it tastes good!

~ Mist

[Enclosed the letter was indeed a tart as she had promised. Whether it was still fresh or not is debatable.]

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ヽ(´∀｀ヽ) from the window to the wall ヽ( ´￢`)ﾉ

‘til the swe-- heY hi hello friends!! i am mist-mun, nice to meet you, how are you? <33 i’m open to all plots and ideas, and if you’re interested in threading with my lil’ turnip princess, then lemme know~ we can plan something or start right off the bat!! (i can write starters too!)

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Please ignore all posts before this!~ :) 

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What's my prize?

23.) Go fishing with my character.

“Your prize is this!” Mist declared, handing him a normal watering can. “Wait–” She caught herself, taking back the watering can from his hand into her own. “How about we go fishing instead? ♫“

[perfume-dandy]

Klaus and Mist || A Stroke of Genius

[perfume-dandy]

Klaus turned to see the white haired woman he had been looking for. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he wouldnt have to rush around the entire town.

“Mist! There you are! In my bag is the most amazing thing you will ever see!”

Klaus placed a smug grin on his face and patted the bad that was strapped to his side. The perfume hidden away in there was easily the crown jewel of his career.

He put his hand into his bag to pull out a spherical bottle- he had bought it just for this one perfume, hoping its shape would compliment the scent brilliantly and it did. He held it up in front the woman, the light in the square hitting off the glass nicely.

“I present to you! The first and last! Turnip perfume!”

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Mist eagerly leaned forward in an attempt to peek inside the bag, but with no luck, she straightened her back and thought about the possibilities hidden in there. “What is it? Is it a big fluffy cluckadoodle?!” Her face brightened, prior to returning to normal towards the realization of, “That can’t be… It couldn’t fit inside there. Unless--” The blonde rose her eyebrows and theorized, “is it a baby cluckadoodle?~” Amusing herself at this point, the young woman started to actually pay attention and wait patiently for the surprise.

The emergence of the bottle was unanticipated and solely stroke upon more questions as to it’s purpose. She maintained the complacent smile on her face, despite being unsure as to what the liquid was. Humorously enough, the shape resembled similarly to that of her favorite vegetable -- a turnip. Following her small giggle came the seemingly amazing news -- and that it was.

“Whaaat?” Her lips fell ajar, almost forgetting about the perfume. “Really? Oh my gosh, you made it! Good job. Was it my turnip that did the trick? ♫“

[inboxideas]

Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask

I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…

Take one item my character owns for themselves

Have my character as their “personal cheerleader” for a day

Push my character into a pool/lake/body of water

Have my character buy yours a drink

Win a truth/dare from my character

“Kidnap” my character to any place of your choosing

Tickle my character without retaliation

Get a song of your choice stuck in my character’s head

Kiss my character on the lips

Go hiking with my character

Sleep in my character’s bed—your call if my character is with yours or not

Kiss my character anywhere but the lips

Paint my character’s nails

Pick out a tattoo for my character

Be treated to a homemade meal from my character

Undress my character

Put my character in an embarrassing costume

Go hunting with my character 

Be treated to a movie night by my character

Hook my character on a show on Netflix 

Pick a song for my character to sing for karaoke night 

Have a tea party with my character

Go fishing with my character

Have my character teach yours something

Teach my character something

[perfume-dandy]

Klaus and Mist || A stroke of genius

Klaus had finally done it! He had finally made a turnip smelling perfume! He had tried everything he knew about perfume, researched everything he didnt know about it. (Which wasnt actually that much) And he was finally able to reap the rewards!

The task had almost drained him, the odd woman’s request had been the hardest he had ever taken up. He hoped that she would be just as please as he was. He took pride in everything that he did and this might have been his best work ever!

He went to the same square that he had met the woman at before hand, hoping she would soon appear, doing her odd twirls and spins like she did before. Or maybe that was just a dancing day? Klaus didnt know how the insane worked.

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“It’s so warm~” Mist mused aloud, not for anyone in particular, as she stretched and watched the waterfall trickle down into the stream flowing around the square. During the time of the moon prior, she dreamed about someone striking visiting the square with a message -- however, the contents of the message remained obscure. When she awakened in her normally curious mood, the spirits of the land ushered her to this place where the individual would arrive.

Time passed gradually, and in order for it to slower, she hummed a spiritual hymn to rectify the silence enveloping the public square. Before she knew it, the echoing sound of footsteps alerted her to turn around and face the person of interest. Upon identifying the gentleman briskly walking up the stairs, a cheery smile appeared across her face.

“Klaus. ♫“ She waved while approaching him. “I had a feeling you would come today. What brings you back to Trampoli?~”

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{paper flowers} mist&candace

Contrasting to her quaint hometown, the island of Castanet flourished with normal villagers and tourists alike. Among them, Mist folded the provided map aside, and followed the current of the wind rushing deeper into the heart of Harmonica Town. 'I've a feeling I'm not in Norad anymore,' she beheld, ceasing her trek to gaze onward across the ocean where the beloved country lie. Refreshing changes in scenery occasionally never harmed a soul -- instead of relying on the sentimentality gathering around her heart, the blonde embraced a cheeky smile, and crossed the bridge connecting two parts of the bizarrely structured town.

Above, fluffy clouds formed, and falling from them like the heavens came rain. "Oh no!" Mist mused aloud, worriedly scanning the area until spontaneously entering the nearest building within proximity. Inside, the young woman delicately sighed an indicative breath of relief that she wasn't trapped outside in the midst of the downpour. Moments passed before the distracted girl cared to investigate her whereabouts. She confusedly wandered towards a spacious room adorned in stacked and folded clothing -- barely audible footsteps alarmed her of another presence, causing the individual to turn and face the stranger.

"Hello. ♫"