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[mrscoultxr]

|| Starter for @dustserpent ||

      Not typically one for bars, she could nevertheless admit that it was the best place to hear the chatter amongst her peers in regards to current academics. Now, mind you, these were not her peers— not in her eyes anyway. No one from another world could necessarily be her peer. Really, no one from her world could be one either. Marisa could not be controlled or talked down to. A young, fresh 20 year old, the world was her oyster– and so were all of the others behind windows she had yet to find.

      The golden monkey growled from the shadows as Marisa began to walk into the bar. The strain between them was still fairly fresh, and she felt the tug and pinch and pull as she left him outside. Marisa tried to shake her head, clear it of the pain and woe and longing. No, no, no, she would not allow herself to feel this. They weren’t separating, merely stretching the distance. She heard his soft wail just as the door was closing, and though they were on opposite sides of the wood, she could still urge him to hide and hide well. She would be back soon.

      Marisa took one, two, three steps in the bar before nearly running into another woman carrying a few beers.

      “Ah, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” Marisa apologized. The woman certainly was not much older than she was. She wasn’t even much taller or shorter than Marisa herself. Marisa looked up and down, at the beers she was cradling, and cleared her throat to say, “Would you like some help with that?”

[mrscoultxr]

|| Starter for @unrulycompassion​ ||

           “Lyra, where are you?” 

The call is calm, gentle, with a sing-song lilt to add a bit more levity. The soft click-click-click of her heels echoed in the empty chambers all around and resounded back to her. Her gait was easy, unhurried, confident and sure of step. Did she already know where Lyra was? Of course, Lyra was in trouble, and with the voice of Mrs. Coulter ringing out through the halls of the building, Lyra would know it now too.

Mrs. Coulter had prepared for her daughter’s fight or flight response in advance, however, and had sent the golden monkey walking stealthily down other halls to head off where Lyra might be.

“Lyra darling…” she hummed into the open spaces around her.

[mrscoultxr]

||Starter for @maggicktouched​

           Had her eyes deceived her? Had she really seen what she had just seen? Mrs. Coulter had been privy to the activities of witches, zombi’s, tartar’s and pansjerborne, but never had she witnessed a full human transform into an animal. She stopped in her tracks, attempting not to frighten the beast, and instead silently looked to the golden monkey some ways back. Of course, he had noticed this shift too, and thus took the slow lead out in front of Mrs. Coulter. Staying back just far enough to dart out of reach should the creature attack, he turned his head just slightly to the side and looked over the other. 

Unseen and unheard, Mrs. Coulter and her daemon hurriedly exchanged counterpoints and hypotheses as to what this being was, and whether or not such a phenomena was natural or could be reproduced. After a moment of deliberation, and the golden monkey pricking his thumb deliberately to sting his human, Mrs. Coulter smiled sweetly and in a honeysweet tone, called out, “You needn’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you.”

[mrscoultxr]

||Starter for @frstwomn​

    She’d not been on the other side of the window for more than a few minutes when she got her first glimpse at how strange and new this world was. Mrs. Coulter prided herself on being able to adapt to her surroundings almost immediately, and this would be no exception of course, yet… well, she simply couldn’t help but be taken aback by the headlines she saw in the news as she walked briskly by a vendor station on the street. At once, Mrs. Coulter had to catch her breath and steel her nerves, eyes narrowing upon the black font before her.

    A woman president. Well then, thought Mrs. Coulter to herself, best not to mention this one to the Consistorial Court. She read on further down the page. There would be an address this afternoon, in this very area. Lovely, she could get a glimpse of this new world in action herself. In the far off edges of her mind, she could feel her daemon’s caution, and though she could not see him with her eyes, she could tell which direction he was hiding so as not to draw attention to the pair. It was as she was departing the newsstand and passing by the local coffee shop that she abruptly collided with several men in black suits. She recognized them immediately for what they were, and with a twinkle in her eye and a thrill in her bones, she took the liberty of making her fall into a show, landing heavily against some of the men. At the same time, the golden monkey darted through the alley, up a tree, and tucked himself into the leaves to get a glimpse of the woman that might be inside.

    “Oh dear, you must excuse me gentlemen. I had been looking elsewhere. My sincere apologies,” Mrs. Coulter replied, smoothing her dress out before her and looking at each of the men with a contrite smile. Now, she had to be careful, and not alarm them too greatly –if they truly were a security force, then the wrong move could lead to an entirely new adventure: prison break. A tug at her consciousness brought her attention to focus once more. Had the golden monkey spotted the president? “Are you here for the address this afternoon?”

[herotiicstrength]

“Maaaaaan...the teach really laid into me today.”

[sxpersquad]

@a-simple-rper liked for a Link Jones starter like eighty years ago

Link watched the arrow as it flew out of the quiver with a loud woosh. With a smile of pride, he rested his hand on his hip. Link knew where this arrow would land, he had impeccable aim. It got closer and closer to the center bark of the tree, and Link was prepping another arrow.

That was until Link saw a person walking to the center of the tree, in the pathway of his arrow. Link began to pale.

“Watch out!” He yelled, running as fast as he could to catch the arrow right before it could hit the tree. A skill he’s learned to master throughout the years of being powerless and working on his weapon mastery. With the arrow in his hand, Link twirled it between his fingers, the previous fear washing away. “Yikes, I better watch and see if there’s anyone coming before I start shooting some arrows, huh?” He chuckled. “Sorry about that. I really didn’t mean to scare you. It’s okay, I’ve got a permit.”