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[dawning-star]

48. rampage (!!!)

It was a boiling in my blood, seeing such a thing before my own very eyes. I could feel it start to swell within me. Anger, rage. It all but blinded me at that point. Every fiber of my being seemed fed up, had enough of such bullshit. I knew the signs of what was taking place well enough, even if they tried making their moves in the shadows.

Anyone who knew me these days knew I could still have a short fuse, yet that was reserved for certain situations. This, well, it was one of those. Trafficking under the shields of darkness. Condemning an entire family to a fate they didn't deserve, one that could hardly defend themselves from. Not to mention these guys were cocky enough that they thought could get away with it, little to no backup to be seen. Well, little that I hadn't already taken care of.

They weren't the only ones who could operate in the shadows. I would refuse to let them have their way here. No one deserved the sort of things I had to live through. Their blood would be payment enough as I sought to unleash hell upon them. For myself, for what I stood for and fought for.

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{Micro Story Prompt}

[roses-and-grimoires]

🌼… a story about the past.

"A story... mm. Well, why not. It won't do any harm."

"Once there was a young boy born in the Burme. He wanted to be a knight more than anything in the world. But he couldn't. For he was a small boy, small and weak, gifted with magic and not blades. But it was what he wanted, and he was stubborn to the core."

"Until he grew older, and realized that there were no knights like the ones from the stories he cherished. That the temple knights looked at him with suspicion, and the house knights with scorn. And one day he became angry with the world he had been born into, and threw all of his toy knights off a cliff."

"But then, years later, when his anger had cooled, if not abated, and he found himself missing the past he could never return to, a man he... loves found the knights under the snow. And he made them dance and march and fight like he had imagined so many years ago."

"...well, there you go. I hope that satisfied some burning curiosity for you."

[roses-and-grimoires]

18: Is there anything they’ve changed their opinion about recently?

His opinion of Urien has changed a bit. He absolutely thinks he deserves to be trapped in his jar, but... he thinks he can see why Inwa wants to save him. He’s a victim in all this too... to a point, at least. He’s not going to go out of his way or anything, but he’s not against helping Inwa. After all, their goals are similar.

[reddevil-xiv]

回 = patching a wound (:DDD)

Since the evening on the airship, Talia was careful, so very careful to limit her time around Sui. The man whose magic smelled of blood represented a clear and present danger to her until she got full control of her senses, full control of her appetites. And that wasn’t something that came easily to her, especially recently. But there were people attached to Sui who she didn’t want to make angry. And more importantly, she liked the man himself. It made things awkward.

Nothing quite so awkward as when she came across him, bandaging up some scrape across the back of his hand, sitting at one of the tables in Priarch, with an array of bandages and salves spread out before him. She hesitated on the stairs, as the scent of blood hit her nostrils, and they flared. She could almost feel the immediate punch of her teeth down into her mouth, her fangs descending as her appetite churned inside her gut.

It took her more than one attempt, to shake her head to clear it. No. She was better than this. This was Sui. She wasn’t going to eat Sui. She wanted to. But she wasn’t going to. She’d refrained while helping Atticus, she could refrain now. Unsure footfalls carried her the rest of the way down the stairs, and she kept her distance, voice light, as she offered to the skittish Elezen, 

“Evenin', Sui. Need a hand?” The man looked up, flashing Talia a hesitant smile as he glanced around the bar, finding it emptier than he preferred when around the red head. Certainly this would be fine, wouldn’t it? “T-talia. Nophica’s Blessings.” 

This would be fine, wouldn’t it?

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[reddevil-xiv]

🌹… a confession.

“... I understand a little bit better now. Why the very scent lingering around you makes me so hungry. It’s not you, it’s your magic. Next time, I’ll be prepared. Next time, I won’t have to struggle for control. But I really wish you’d warned a girl, Blossom. I can keep hold of myself if I have some warning first.”

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[ Flower Asks ]

[reddevil-xiv]

💭💭 :3

“Blossom. I think that fits him. Nophica’s own son. I can’t think of anyone who another word for ‘flower’ suits more.”

“.. I’ll figure it out eventually. What it is about him that doesn’t sit quite right. What it is about him that makes me just a little bit hungrier every time I’m around him. Eventually. As long as I don’t actually bite him, we should be fine, right? I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

[asraha]

Hozier asks are so cute! nina cried power / dinner and diatribes for sraha? :3

Nina Cried Power:

“Eh… You know how it goes where we come from? The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, that sort of thing?”

She has tried to help the Ala Mhigan refugees where she could in the past, but one pair of hands sneaking in spare bits of food to a score of starving, desperate and destitute lot was not enough. Gridania’s system needed to change, but it stood unyielding against the voice of so few, not to mention that man and spiritkind were quick to outcast those who dared to rise.

“Woodsin– It’ll come back someday, eventually. In the meantime we have to keep our heads down. They see what we do. We just have to stay in line, keep our heads down. It’s too much to risk.”

No, she didn’t participate in any activist movements, but naively held on to the belief that she helped even in a small way.

“It’s not so bad now, since more lands have been liberated from the Garlean Empire.” She stopped to spit. “Still, to answer your question… no. Not so much activism on my part, we outsiders have to keep our heads down. It’s too much to risk.”

Dinner and Diatribes:

“Anything Brother Thraes can conjure from the stove is my favourite food! Yes, conjure!! Whatever comes from his hands in the kitchen is nothing short of magic! He can make a fish and eel pie out of nothing that makes you forget about all your woes, it’s amazing.”

[kyrie-silverwings]

45 - what your character believes happens when they die, and how they feel about it!

“Death is only part of the picture.” Kyrie’s expression grows somber as she stares into the fireplace. “Even in death, our souls remain part of this world, ebbing in and out of the Lifestream, as they call it here. And so the cycle of rebirth continues…” She holds up her hand, looking down at a simple silver band on her left ring finger. “That is not so much what I believe as what I have been told. But for the denizens of this world, that must be true.”

A finger twitches almost imperceptibly. “What then, are the undead?” she whispers out. “Or those whose lives never extinguish through natural means? I know not what fate awaits them.”

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[Character Development Hard Mode]

Kyrie hides her answer on that as best she can. She knows that nothingness awaits beyond death, but she will always be pulled back into consciousness by some abyssal force. She feels a deep disconnect with normal people. She is not yet at the point where she covets mortality, but the realization lingers in the back of her mind.