#arsnova

[hopeled-archive]

    snow angels. fun to make, for who doesn’t like playing in the snow? the one downside to that was that chilled feeling that always came after spending a bit too long in the snow. and while Ritsuka knows their use isn’t meant for this.....she finally found a use for that Arctic Mystic Code after so long. the sight of her in a skirt and laying in the snow may be surprising, but she doesn’t really feel the cold. after all, the black uniform was made to withstand the frigid temperatures of Russia and Scandinavia. the winter of Radiale was child’s play compared to that.

      ....she should get up, though. Ritsuka is vaguely aware she’s been laying in the snow for about twenty minutes, her snow angel already long since done. Fou remains seated upon her chest, his specially made coat on. “ Don’t wanna make any fou-angels?” her inquiry is met with a tilt of his head and a few choice sounds. “ Pffft, as fluffy as you are, I doubt you’d get cold that fast.”

  she thought it’d be wierd, now knowing that Fou was formerly Beast IV. but he had always been a friend since she joined Chaldea, so nothing changed. sighing, Ritsuka closes her eyes, sitting in the silence a bit longer. only when the light above her is suddenly blocked out by a shadow that her brows furrow. it didn’t feel like a Servant... probably another concerned passerby. time to repeat what she’s been saying numerous times now. “ No, I’m not cold. Yes, I know I have a skirt on. No, I don’t need help. Yes, you can move out my light. I’m trying to tan here.” a joke. it was a joke.

 @arsnova​ -- WINTERFES

[sanpatron]

“ Listen, bro. I hate t’ sound like a broken record and all, but ya really don’t have t’ bother cleaning me up, alright? It’s just a scratch! ” Out comes a huff. “ I mean c’mon, man. I’m a grown-ass adult, I can just go home and do this myself. Ugh. Friggin’ insistent weird. At least you’re not as bad as the nurse. ”

@arsnova​

[exousiate-blog]

     “Being self-centered does not suit you.” his tone is measured in a blunt tone, but it does not carry scorn. “Unless you rather I call you an idiot, any apologies for your behavior are unnecessary. I have always known you avoided confrontation, but this is far beyond your predictability.”

a sigh. he places a box of sweets on the kitchen’s table. when he looks at the man, his eyes no longer carry the exasperation, only a vague curiosity. concern.

     “What is it?”

@arsnova​​  – spiralefes

[leafslash]

What a crowd... Ashton has never understood these types of stores, despite how very popular they seem to be. Movies, as they’re called — the moving pictures that the people of this world watch for leisure — are a concept entirely foreign to him, much like many of the other technologies he stumbles across the longer his stay in Spirale. But he knows the basics, just from limited exposure. Movies come in all sorts of forms, even in a hand drawn medium — animation, if he remembers the term. And animation is what these stores appear to solely cater to; from little statues of depicted characters, to books entirely comprised of pictures, there’s no limit to what they carry. Ashton supposes that alone explains their abundant popularity. This crowd, however, is notably different than the usual he sees when he visits the shopping districts. Banners hang over the store front — ‘New release!’ they beckon to whomever happens to read them. And there’s music, too... That’s definitely not the norm. Someone notices his gaping, a person amidst the crowd merely being polite. In line? he asks. In a fluster, Ashton shakes his head. “ O- Oh, no, I’m not in line. ”   Although he might be blocking it, upon closer inspection. He steps back, but hovers nearby the gathering nonetheless. Overhead, Gyoro and Ururun crane their necks to see what the fuss is about. “ But since you’re here, you must know what this crowd’s for, right? It’s a lot of people, I’m a little curious... ”

     ❱❱     @arsnova​ ​ ​   ❤ ‘d  for  a  starter !

[threeriddled]

    it’s quiet when the Caster enters the clinic, something she was not expecting. usually, places like this would be busy at any given hour and yet she doesn’t find any patrons inside. a good thing, she supposes and yet at the same time, a shame. the talents of those excelling in caring for others shouldn’t go to waste. but such matters was not why she was there. she moves carefully, silently, through the place in search of its one sole occupant. something that did not take long at all for when she entered the next room, she spotted his form hunched over a desk. papers strewn everywhere, a mug of two laying empty and faintly can she pick up on the scent of coffee. 

      he does not stir at the sounds from her footsteps and upon closer inspection, she finds out why....

         ....sleeping. of course. Mata Hari had mentioned how much the man seemed to overwork himself to the point of exhaustion often. it wasn’t uncommon to find him finishing pot after pot of caffeine and Robin insinuated that he was more made of coffee at that point than flesh and blood. she had laughed then. if he was tired, Sheba did not want to wake him. rest was a priceless thing to humans and they needed as much as they could get. yet, she didn’t exactly want to leave, either. a moment to think before a solution arrives.

     and so the Caster takes a seat in one of the nearby chairs, one leg folding on top of the other. she would wait.

@arsnova​ -- starter call.

[castilium]

Welcome back to beautiful Isola Radiale, Romani!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 310.

Dad’s living next door!

Dad! I have your Destiny: Last Mission game still! Look at all the 5*s I rolled while you were gone. Your log-in chain is going strong. Dad, we’re neighbours!

[medicinial]

sunshine had thrown the streets into a soft shade of gold on that warm and pleasant afternoon. due to it being not only a lovely day but also a weekend, the streets were rather busy with people going about a day of calm + ease. children clasping the hands of their elders, people milling about on the green spots which were littered about the stone structures of the archimedes ward. the light reflected from those glossy marble ornaments dotted around, the water of the small feature ponds glittering as if full of a thousand stars. but jakurai was searching for something specific. he’d been given word of a clinic in the area, after someone had asked where it was that he worked to which he’d replied “currently, nowhere. “ they’d assured him that, in due time, he might have a place of his own, much like the respected doctor roman.

a grand name such as that, jakurai wondered to whom might such a title belong. his mind summoned a stern, older figure who might have lived in spirale far longer than most. older doctors, whilst wise, were often... difficult to talk to, in his experience at least, but he was not at all deterred from finding the man and meeting him, if only to find common ground with someone somewhere on that large island. 

along the way, apparently just a stones throw from the clinic itself, jakurai happened upon a small cake shop with its windows filled with an assortment of sugary treats + sweets. a rainbow of flavours and colours, as many toppings as one could imagine, alas his eyes were drawn to a smaller sign inside. the coffee menu. perhaps one drink before meeting the doctor would be a good idea! he was a little tired after all, he supposed as he pushed the door open and was greeted by the bell. 

much to his surprise, the next + only other person in the queue was wearing a coat rather similar to his own. a long crisp white doctor’s coat, accented with bright turquoise and sewn designs. a smart but stylish look compared to the simplistic cut of his own attire. from the back, he could only see the abundance of coral pink hues to his hair, pulled back from his face. could this be the well-loved doctor of chaldea medicine? “ pardon me, sir. “ jakurai said as he approached thus causing the stranger to look away from the cakes on display. 

“ you wouldn’t happen to be a doctor at the local clinic would you? i don’t mean to intrude upon your lunch, but i’ve heard wonderful things about the work there as well as the man in charge. “ ♬ ¦ starter for @arsnova​

[antiplanet]

                                                   ››› @arsnova

he tends to, well, wander. as much as he can, committing everything he sees to memory — as if recording it. while he tagged along with her when he could, while she would show him things that she was able to, there was still a lot that he missed. certain shops he wished he could go through, certain items he wanted to touch. and so he finds himself within another one, holding a bag of what sounds like beads, though they feel a little bigger. he wants to get a closer look, but doesn’t estimate well enough how much he’ll be able to actually hold and the small objects ( —marbles, as it turns out, ) click and bounce around on the floor while rolling here and there. 

he’s not very happy with this. but he leans down, trying to pick up the marbles and put them back within the safety of the bag.