#askmeremii

[askumbralian-blog1]

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After waiting for a little bit at the medical tent, a blond man inspected her hands.

"Apologies for the wait. Let’s see what is wrong. Ah, you must’ve touched the dolls when they were setting off," he observed, taking care to not damage her hands.

She nodded silently, because the pain and blood didn't really affect her too much. The sensation was just a bit strange. After all, she was a fighter and suffered much worse damage to her entire body on multiple occasions.

"Please just deal with my hands for a bit."

She stared at his hands as he healed her with some sort of magic. She wasn't quite sure exactly what magic it was, since she was very inadequate in magic, despite being an elf.

After a short time, her hands were free of the burning feeling, only left with a slightly chilly yet soothing feeling in her hands. He repaired the damage in her hands, closing some minor wounds, and then let go of her hands.

"You’re all set."

The corners of her mouth turned up a bit. The magic she witnessed made her remember someone who mastered magic, a while ago. The thought quickly disappeared, leaving her with no time to ponder about it.

"Thanks," she muttered before leaving the medical station.

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When she stepped back into the booths area, she noticed several stands were closing up. She walked over to Byopia's booth, which had not closed up yet. Probably so he could take in some last minute customers. She considered actually getting her fortune told, then dug into her money for 50 gold.

[ask-ucarai]

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I'll be terribly busy this weekend, so just a warning 

"I hear they are quite a lovely sight to see tonight. It would be nice to see them with a sweetheart, don’t you think…?" Lemmy spoke, leaning on his hand on the counter. But Rai’s only response to that was to frown, seeing Lemmy’s mixed emotions of trying to stay happy but conflicted with other thoughts of…well, his lover at the moment. Rai gave Lemmy a look, thinned lipped to show that he wasn’t fooling anyone.

The man who had approached was introduced by his bff, named Haru, and proceeded to introduce himself. Raising a hand for a shake, he gave a friendly smile. Before Rai could accept the hand, he saw sparks flickering out of Haru’s sash. Crackling and hissing before it exploded out of his sash and into the sky, exploding into wonderful colours and pops. Rai’s mouth hanged open at the fireworks, amazed by the beauty and thunderous cracks.

“wow” he muttered, still gazing at the fireworks exploding into the night sky. Until he heard another hissing sound, quirking an eyebrow; he tried to find the source of the second firework near them. No one was near them except for Haru and Lemmy, but the hissing could still be heard. Soon Rai had felt heat in his pockets building up, looking down to see his own pockets sizzling as well. Jumping up, he knocked lightly into Lemmy with a cry and patting the fireworks to put them out. But to no avail, they grew brighter as he hit them over and over. Provoking them even more, they soon started to lift into the air.

“No! Wait, stop!” he cried, feeling the air on his back as his sweater lifted off. He tried to keep them down with his arms, but with his weak willed arms they rocketed into the air in no time. Rai stood there motionless, naked only with swim trunks on and his arms wrapped around his chest.

Ash fluttered down from the sky and two slips of paper floated down onto his head. Reaching up for the pieces, they read [ Better luck next time...] and [You won the Raffle! ]

“That was my sweater” :(

[ask-ucarai]

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Hearing Lemmy’s concerns and opinions on his new romance life, Rai could only snort out a giggle as Lemmy spoke about messing up and etc. He playfully slapped Lemmy on his arm, patting it as he wiped a tear away. He knew that Lemmy usually cared for every detail (which he enjoyed about Lemmy), but he knew that the little bunny shouldn’t worry himself all the time.

“psh” He snorted, “no worries, he’ll understand.” He leaned on the counter with Lemmy, looking out towards the distance as well.

“You can get him a gift and then just ask him out that way,” pointing to the multiple prizes that can still be won from the open booths.

“how about this” He slurred, “tell him how you feel, he’ll understand” finishing up his bit of advice. He wasn’t very keen on romantic advices, but he tried his best. Wringing his hands and fidgeting with them, he felt another pair of eyes staring at the kissing booth. Looking up he saw a man with blue mid-length hair, adorned with a robe and jewellery and introduced himself to them.

“Hey guys—how’s it going?” The man gave an awkward nod as he approached the booth, his stare towards Lemmy seemed more comfortable. Rai quirked his eyebrow; wondering if Lemmy knew the mysterious man but he saw that he had felt awkward with Rai’s presence.

“Hey” Rai smiled, trying to not scare off the man. “Welcome to the kissing booth…?”

[ask-ucarai]

What a lightweight

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After crashing into Lemmy with a sloppy hug, Rai had found himself in a daze; probably from knocking his head into the white haired man. He felt himself stand up, knees buckled and head down as he got dragged along to who knows what. All Rai could do was follow along, repeating Lemmy’s name in short variation nicknames.

Rai looked up to see a familiar booth, its ‘kissing booth’ banner hung low and the host still occupying the space. He smiled at the host, only feeling the familiarity but not connecting two and two together. He saw Lemmy talk to the booth host with a soothing tone, summing up that Lemmy had known the host beforehand. Rai knew Milo too, but at the time he was crashing.

Lifted up again and plotted down on a chair, whispering a ‘bye Miloo’ as she left. Next thing he knew, he was being lectured by Lemmy—Well, it seems like a lecture to him. "Say, are you going to tell me what happened the past few months or are you just going to stay drunk?"

Rai hummed at Lemmy’s question, placing a hand up to Lem’s lips with a ‘pap’ to shoosh him. Not wanting Lemmy to get angry at him, he somewhat tried to sit up straight, looked at Lemmy in the eye with confidence. “I am” Rai started with pride, not noticing that he had said ‘not’ in his mind and continued with; “drunk.”

[ask-ucarai]

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Rai stared at his statue with joy, giving snorts and giggles every now and then when he looked up at it. He was completely out of his bonkers; aka, being more buzzed than usual. But Rai had found himself in a ruse of giggles when he looked up at his sand creation, not knowing who the heck he made. He tried his best to remember the name, but it only came out in slurs. “hurmm—cur, curavan—no wait, Caravan!” He touched his fingers to his lips, “Caravan Joey!” ‘Yes, that was the name of the man’ he thought, raising a fist in triumph before he got hit on the back of his head. Making him tilt his head towards his sand sculpture and leave a dent on the sculpture’s leg. He winced at the pain when he gingerly touched the back of his head, making sure there was no permanent damage done. Turning around and finding a lemon on the sand floor, he brighten up and exactly knew where the lemon had come from. Picking up the lemon, he found a note stuck to it and read.

"I don’t know what to write here, but I just wanted to say hi. I’m over by the fruit stand if you wanna chill for the small time before I have to go to the kissing booth. ~ Lemmy.”

Of course he would love to hang out with his BFF for life; Lemmy. Anything that Lemmy asks for, Rai would do without hesitation. He smiled with glee and spotted the fruit stand not far from him, and immediately recognized the figure by it. Walking with a fast pace, Rai had made it to the fruit stand and noticed that it had gotten darker as he got there. He shrugged, and gave a hop; colliding into the taller man and gave him a big hug. “LEMMMMYYY” he slurred, obviously not drunk from a sip of whiskey.

[ask-cyniel]

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Don’t let it haunt you, mistakes happen. But if you keep letting them consume you…you will never grow out of them…lady Mistreil.

Cyniel could only watch, his smiling mask slowly being destroyed as Mistreil nodded at Lemmy's words. This man. This stupid man. The last thing he wanted was for Mistreil to be able to grow-- for her to change. If she did, she'd be out of his reach. After all, if she had her own strength, he would be... unnecessary.

Unacceptable. Unacceptable. Unacceptable. U̷n͏à̡̀c͟c͟e̢p҉t̨a̕ble̸.̕

... Still, there was nothing he could do. He'd deal with Lemmy some way or another-- but that could wait. Yuujin seemed distressed, and at this point... Mistreil would probably say something to her. He couldn't let that happen. He had to change her immediate train of thought. Pulling Mistreil into a light hug, the boy's smile grew a bit.

"Lemmy's right! You tried your best! Some things are just meant to happen, so don't worry too much about it-- Mistreil, right? Your name's Mistreil?" Mistreil nodded-- whether it was in understanding of his words or to his question, he didn't really care. He had her relatively caught in his pace.

"Let's be friends, then! I don't know very many people-- or, well, I don't know much at all!" Laughing slightly, he figured he might as well leave a hint to his 'amnesia'. The ring he wore let out a slight sparkle, giving him an idea. It was just a simple, cute ring he had found off some bandits, but... It would do.

"Here! A token of our friendship!" Pulling off the ring, he placed it on Mistreil's left hand-- the ring finger. She'd be too polite to move it onto another finger, so he figured it would stay there for a little while.

"U-um... T-That finger--" She responded quietly, slightly flustered.

"Hm? I saw a ton of people wearing rings on that finger, so that's where they go, right?" An innocent response, naturally. He had 'no memories' and probably 'very little common sense', after all.

"O-oh... Um... Thank you...?" She kept glancing at Yuujin with concern, but just a little more... He just needed the conversation to go on a little more. They were nearing the end of the promenade, after all.

"Right! Where do you live by the way? Then I can write you mail and stuff! And visit! And you can teach me all sorts of stuff!" A pointless question, but it'd be weird if he showed up without knowing. Fortunately, Zhyhal wasn't around-- he was the only one who knew that Cyn already knew.

"Near Emain-- in the forest north of it... S-sort of near Osna Sail."

"Okay! I travel around a lot, so I'll come visit every now and then!"

He continued these pointless conversations for a while. He doubted anyone would interfere-- Pide was stuck with the other blood-licking trash and Yuujin was relatively quiet-- probably in despair. Goo... Well, he didn't seem like the type to interfere.