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[princesselmelloi]

( @bararaqsai )

Painting wasn’t normally one of the talents Reines possessed. She could easily project images through Trimmau, but attempting to convey them through other mediums didn’t come as naturally. Honestly, she hadn’t ever made a true attempt at it even just for fun.

So it had come as a surprise to her to find herself drawn to a nearby painter’s palette. It was a mild tug, just the softest siren’s song, and Reines knew she could turn around and go home without much resistance, but she was quite curious what would come of this. It wasn’t like she had any other plans for the afternoon.

This was how she found herself in front of a canvas hours later, having not paid terribly much attention to her work for a good long moment. It was a peaceful, even lull where she was free to let her mind wander. At least, until she was startled out of it by noticing the presence of someone else.

“Come to paint as well?” How long had he been there, anyways? Reines hoped it was recent; that would be significantly less embarrassing.

[returnofmara]

Flimsy wooden slats easily snapped and splintered upon impact of a robustly built male being launched through one of the local tavern’s doors. Promptly following in tow, was Asura, knuckles strewn in mottled blues and purples as a result of repetitively pummeling bare fists against the dense cartilage of another person’s face. The scene is unrefined and brutish, his ideal style of combat.

Looming over the barely conscious body, both hands slipped under the man’s arms, hiking him upright and propping him against a nearby wall. Blissfully unaware the attention he’d gathered, Asura is tempted to throw another punch just because he feels like it until he turned back around, offering zero explanation for the violence.

“What’re you drinking?” 

@bararaqsai​

[perpetualquestions]

( @bararaqsai )

“Do you have any plan to get out of here?”

Curiousity wasn’t terribly afraid of any of the monsters here. Fear in general wasn’t an emotion well programmed into her, considering it would only get in the way of achieving science. But common sense still told her she wouldn’t stand much a chance against many of the creations come to life, and that it would stall her for several days if she had to respawn.

Not to mention she’d probably get a talking to from Ai, and those were annoying.

So there was one easy solution to the problem at hand. Go up to the nearest person who seemed to have some sort of power to them, and see if she could use them to secure an easy out.

[temperateskies]

The dragon nudges adamantly with his long thin snout, shoving against Sinbad’s hand demanding attention. He lets out a grumble of happiness. It was rare for him to be so forward with others, let alone seek attention as he so incessantly did. Ichimokuren on the other hand has long since dozed off, falling asleep in the midst of their chatter. He’d shown signs of his weariness before, insisted he would be alright, that he didn’t need anything he definitely needed sleep. 

The serpentine like creature uncurled the rest of his body in a long wave from the hunched over shoulders of Ren, who now nestled a cheek against his hand as gentle snores could be heard coming from him. The long, massive body took up nearly half of the open space inside the king’s hut, and the dragon in question lurched forward in another request for more head pets.

@bararaqsai​ ren’s not in at the moment can his dragon take your call?