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[plantfell]

While the Stars provide enough to make sure the island's residents have their most basic needs met, anything beyond that requires dust and dust requires a job. Something Knives isn't quite keen on taking on. This leaves him with a piano shaped hole in his life. There's no real realistic way for him to purchase one and he isn't aware of any alternatives.

Not until the day he's wandering a mall and spots something interesting: a lone piano just sitting out and begging him to play it. Ropes surround it to ward off the general public, but it's an easily circumvented barrier, and frankly Knives is desperate. He gives the area one cursory look for security, then steps over the flimsy ropes to walk over to the piano and take a seat in front of it.

Just sitting there feels right. Gently he runs his fingers along the fallboard before pulling it up and doing the same with the ivory keys. He tests a few to get a feel for the temperament of the instrument, then he closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in the music.

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[bornofrose]

Revealing Mists ~ Event Starter

This wasn't their first trip out here. Gyess had brought Romanus to her nest several times. He'd even helped her make it a little more weatherproof to account for the cold weather of this land. He didn't seem to exactly understand why she liked to be outside, but she'd always try to explain it.

"(I know that I get more tired when I'm outside in the snow, I just prefer the closed space. When I am in my... ) accom-o-day- tion (I sleep in a very small room anyways! It has a door on it with a weird wooden bar across the top.)" She was referring to her closet.

She spoke as she was fidgeting with a couple of the pillows and her special box of treasures. These included things like food, gifts, and an assortment of fun items she'd collected, all kept safe in a dirty cardboard box she found on the streets. She wasn't bothered by it.

"(I've heard of something humans do called... oh it's called um.)" she was trying to remember the common word. "Camping? Camping! Where they sleep outside on purpose in a small mountain!" She makes a hand gesture of a peak, not remembering the word tent.

"(We should do that! If-if you wouldn't mind it at least. I know how to find the best food!)" She seemed rather excited about it, though she just liked to hang out with Romanus anyways, in his home or around hers.

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[temperateskies]

With a guilt wrecked conscious the wind spirit makes their way back to the familiar warmth of Romanus's embrace. He left suddenly after their.. shared time together. Ichimokuren doesn't really know why he drifted away for so long, he felt conflicted for sure but does that really warrant the absence?

"I.. have no excuse for leaving you. Please accept my apologies."

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[bashfullygreen]

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[🍞] - "ROOO!" Mizi hadn't seen Ro in...how long? They really didn't know, but their feelings hadn't changed, that much was for certain.

They let out a pitiful sniffle and leaned their head into Romanus's chest while wrapping their arms around his torso. "Roooo. I'm so glad you're still here..." It was a big comfort to have a friend like him still hanging around. "I'm soo out of the loop!"

[redhorseman]

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As War was getting used to existing in the same space with so many humans, he had taken the time to just… sit in specific areas where he could observe them. This definitely felt like it was more in Strife’s ballpark, not War’s. However, Strife was not here…and War needed to adapt.

Everything was going fairly well at first too. War had sat in many places. A park. Outside a library. Outside restaurant. Near a shady looking alleyway.  There were many places fine for sitting.

Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last forever.

A woman; somehow she was brave enough to approach War, yet she still looked frightened. In her arms she was carrying a several notebooks. She had a professional look about her. “E-excuse me..” She began. “You look quite capable.” War acknowledged her by turning his head and raising a brow quizzically.

“There’s a man following me…I don’t know him…would you be willing to escort me to my place of employment? …I’ll…will even pay you. Please.” Her voice was that of a whisper, but War could tell that she was sincere in her request.

In any other circumstance he would’ve stood up, asked for the location of this stalker and then he would’ve broken the guy’s legs. Problem solved!

However…humans…War needed to remind himself to handle this with a bit more tact.

And then…sometime later, at the location of Club Euphoria.

“Mister RO! Mister RO!” The woman’s voice was full of exasperated worry, and she was shaking. “We have a s-situation! ..Oh….! How did it end up like this!?”

War stood by the woman’s side with a knife stuck in his chest, all the while holding an unconscious man under his arm. This is what it looked like when War handled a particularly sensitive situation with tact? What in the world had happened?!

It seemed like War was handling the whole knife-in-chest thing pretty well though. He was calm, unlike the bespectacled woman.

 “Calm yourself. Everything is under control.”

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // in a small mote of light , hardly bigger than the size of a rose bud , was a bundle of mismatched memories. echoes of a laughter shared in the private solace of the archbishop's chambers. all distorted. none fully complete , as though the memories were fragmented and the pieces scattered across the island whole. but this one glowed even now , dim as an ember in the ruins of yesteryear.

troops marched across the lower levels of the mountain town. and byleth watched with mounting fury as the crimson flag of adrestia waved high in the distance. hand fell to the sacred blade dutifully hung at her hip. if this was to be made into war , then she would rise to meet the axe of the emperor who cried for it. she would not lose this place. SHE COULD NOT.

but the fury was stilled by the weight of palm upon shoulder , and the archbishop strode past.

"everyone here , young and old , is in your hands."

shoulders tensed. jaw locked behind pinched lips as the WEIGHT of every soul sequestered away in garreg mach suddenly bore down heavy on her shoulders. with it came an EXPECTATION that byleth would remain safe. that above all else , she would SURVIVE. as though only lady rhea herself ought to be the first and the last line of defense of her — their — home.

byleth lowered her gaze to the ground and remained silent.

as though she expected byleth to bear it in stride should the weight of her crown be laid upon byleth's head. ( you must have guessed it by now . the truth of who you are . ) doubt prickled at the nape of her neck . ( or perhaps i should say your lost memories are beginning to return . ) fear , that perhaps indeed , lady rhea might mean to pass this onto sothis' more worthy shoulders instead. a stab of pain through the chest , as byleth closed her eyes and forced air through her nose in a resigned sigh.

( only you can lead the people of fódlan . )

she locked gaze with lady rhea once more and finally , finally , nodded. then , turned , towards the students who looked to her , and the people who needed her —  just the same as rhea did. just the same as byleth did to her.

and hastened prayer , murmured beneath her breath as she hurried to aid garreg mach's front lines , begged for the will of fate to be merciful ; that the hands of time would be n their favor. for how could she even begin to bear it if she lost lady rhea , too ?

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[salfxsher]

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"O-oh, shit!" Sal fumbled when he noticed the rip in the plastic bag he'd been holding. However, the bag itself contained some items that, if spilled, would leave a big mess on the floor. So in an attempt to overcorrect himself and prevent a bigger mess, he unfortunately fucked up worse and every item in the bag fell onto the floor.

'CRAAASH!'

The sound of glass breaking could be heard echoing throughout the storage room, and Sal momentarily froze. Not only did he mess up this job, this job had been requested by someone that Sal REALLY didn't want to look bad in front of.

He would have to repay for the goods out of his own pocket since he was the one that fucked up, which wasn't a problem; but now there was a huge mess of broken glass and spilt alcohol on the floor and oh man out of all the jobs why did he have to fuck this one up?

Just then, Sal heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. He quickly looked around for a broom or something, guh, but it was too late!!

[ryuujin]

"Oh, my dear, sweet Romanus!" It doesn't take long for Ryuujin to throw his arms around his fellow dragon, practically yanking the young man down into a tight embrace. "What a splendid sight you are! You have quelled the brutal storm that has been relentlessly wreaking havoc in my poor, little heart!"

To be frank, he was on the precipice of intense panic upon waking up here again with memories of his last involuntary stay. Seeing a familiar face is fortunately helping but who knows how long this warm sense of relief will stay?

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