#bythegraveside

[kleinstar]

@bythegraveside

Eiden's sat down on the sofa, nibbling on one of the sandwhiches and humming along the song being played. He's sitting there when he feels the other end of the sofa go down a little. Curiously he glances who's taken a seat.

" Oh well hi there... "

He said that aloud - not that greeting's bad but the emphasis on hi rolls off a little too suspiciously.

" Krhm. I mean. "

" I mean... greetings!!! How's the party going? "

[numberonefiend]

"My last roommate was accommodating to our needs." She pets Meowy, who is resting nicely in her lap, as she eyeballs the...Weird guy.

Way weirder than the last one.

"My first demand is that you go and get my old roommate and bring her here to live with us! She...Is...Her name...was...Flowerblade!"

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[cerberice]

HAD HE KNOWN HOW THIS WOULD END, he can only wonder if it may have come to change his mind in journeying to this particular area, toting along various sheets of stickers as a small token to its inhabitants — that being the pixie's playground. from what he can gather, it's a playful little place brimming with pixies that call it home and, more notoriously, those whom ensnare others into their myriad of pranks. in some ways, it was nigh reminiscent of the melusine themselves, imparting a tinge of nostalgia upon him at the thought. then maybe it was a small sense of homesickness that had drawn him here, as if it would anchor the surfacing pieces from some of his homeland that he would come to miss were this another, lengthy stay.

at the very least, he could do without sigewinne's milkshakes for as long as he could, but as for the rest... well, he supposes he can get the smallest dose of it right here whenever he felt he needs a reminder, such as the colorful array of stickers that seem to now clutter his back, stuck in places he couldn't possibly hope to reach.

turning toward an unfamiliar face, he figures it couldn't hurt to ask—

❝ You don't happen to see any stickers on my back, do you? ❞ he can only assume as much, given how many empty sheets there are strewn at his feet. ❝ And if you can, do me a favor and take them off... looks like the pixies here like to play pranks as much as the Melusines. ❞

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[descensionstar]

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the Inn no more a prison for a fraction of the city, Lumine had been eager to keep on the move, take in the fresh air and keep busy. close to the Black Fens, a looming frame who might blend into the environment caught Paimon's eye, drawing the pair towards him like a solitary flame in the darkness.

✦Flins. hey Flins! is Paimon glad to see you. feels like a while since we saw a friendly face.✦

a knot tied in the Traveler's stomach — that wasn't entirely true. Kaveh had been there, and she was still trying to piece together exactly what happened on their end with her double. for the moment, there was one line they could pursue — something she'd intended to pass on before all the interference.

"thanks for that sketch. it's already being put to use".

his artistic skill on par with Albedo and familiarity with Dottore's appearance, Flins was naturally the best for defining the Doctor in a visual for warning those who felt susceptible to his attention. although proud of her doodles, anything Lumine tried to craft would be closer to Varka's rendition of the Lightkeeper, and the more accurate, the better for those who needed to know.

[empyreanlight]

wintertide ball

STRANGE HOW IT FEELS, truth be told, leaving the house on his lonesome without the usual suspect at his side. of course, the other had been asked, though he had been (expectantly so) declined on the matter, leaving it at that. so here he is, entering on his own as he scans the crowds, only to see a familiar face from not too long ago. was it relief that settles in him, knowing he wouldn't be just some wallflower to the wayside all night?

he decides to head over, taking note of the drink in hand. ❝ Am I glad to see someone familiar here. I thought I'd end up just hanging out by myself all night at the drink table, ❞ he speaks, addressing flins directly now.

❝ How's the drink? Any you would recommend? ❞ considering the glass so confidently in hand, he can only assume the other must have some type of knowledge about which ones might be the best to go for.

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[crescentscion]

" It's....odd, to say the least." her gaze lowers to the feline that currently sat nestled within her lap, peacefully sleeping the morning away already. to her left was another which seemed to enjoy playing with her hair and atop her feet was a squirrel, currently curled around her ankles to soak up the warmth emanating from her body. she didn't expect such company after inviting flins over for tea but she wasn't averse to it.

" As bothersome as it was at times, I was so used to the constant chatter of the wildlife that it feels weird for my ears to be met with silence in their presence."

" I'm not quite sure what to do with it yet."

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[descensionstar]

@crescentscion ➜ @bythegraveside

✦Lauma! Flins! boy is Paimon glad to see you, and not worrying about questioning if it's really you or Rerir sneaking in where nobody knows either of you.✦

a smile came over the Traveler's face, well aware any attempted infiltration would have been immediately undone by the contacts list exposing the Sinner by name and thwarting any attempt to masquerade as either friend called to gather.

"you probably have a lot of questions; we can get you caught up to speed. and there's no need to worry — Nod Krai won't be in any risk as a result of our being here".

[castilium]

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"It's funny how the Stars work in odd ways. The current festivities seem perfect for your line of work — perhaps that's why they chose to bring you here now, with Hallows Fes in full swing".