#carissiimi

[jijinoke-blog]

        ✿ ― @carissiimi

mikazuki finds refuge in the library, free from the rumble of the city (which he is far too old to appreciate). eyes wander through the wonderfully decorated building -- simple, homely, and every shelf stocked top to bottom with worn, well read books. he stops in front of the fiction section and gently picks out a random book, flipping through the pages, scanning the words and prose written by someone who he, of course, doesn’t recognize. he has personally never read a book, but he has memories of personal libraries he was brought into. the collection wasn’t as vast back then, the types of books not as varied. 

a gentle laugh escapes his lips at a particularly funny line in the middle of the book and his lips remain curled as he carries the book with him to a nearby table. he pulls the chair back without a sound and sits down politely as a force of habit, a trait he can’t even explain why he does automatically. mikazuki opens the book and starts reading.

he flips through the pages slowly, but stops when he notices that his table wasn’t empty, rather there is someone else also sitting there, quietly reading herself. she seems interested her book and mikazuki quietly reads the title and the little blurb on the back -- a... romance novel? 

“ah... pardon me,” he says quietly, setting down his book quietly on the table. he smiles pleasantly at the girl in front of him. he notices her strange ears and clothing, but he doesn’t comment on it. his interest lay solely on her book and her fascination with it. he looks into her eyes as he speaks.

“the book you’re reading seems very interesting -- how is it? are you a fan of romance?”

[isolaradiale]

hello mods, as i predicted, i think i've stretched myself a bit thin on muses for the moment, so i'm going to go ahead and drop nier for the time being. she was housed in apartment 340. thanks!

Nier will be dropped!

-- mod altair.

[thiefguild-blog]

@carissiimi

Titus knew it was going to rain at some point during the day from the very moment he woke up. his shoulder ached a bit more than usual, which he blamed on inclement weather rather than his absurd sleeping positions. when the dark clouds started to roll in, he silently congratulated himself on guessing correctly. that moment was brief, however, as he realized he was much too far from home to make it back before the downpour. sure enough, the rain started to fall while he was out in the open, effectively soaking him.

cursing under his breath, the thief seeks shelter under the balcony of a storefront. someone else had the same idea, as he wasn’t alone. after wringing out his hair, Titus gestures to the rain.

“That was sudden, huh? Thought I had more time to get home, but,” he looks down at his clothes, now plastered to his skin with moisture. “I sure was wrong.”

[jijinoke-blog]

“I’m terrified looking up at the sky. It reminds me of how small I am.” casually just—

“ahahahaa, we are small in the face of the world, but that’s only part of life, no?” he glances up at the sky and the infinite space beyond it. “is there a reason to be scared of something so beautiful, even if it’s an omnipresent reminder of our size?” he sits down on the bench, still looking into the calm, beautiful blue, looking at the clouds slowly making their way through the wide expanse.

he closes his eyes, and smiles, enjoying the wind’s gentle touch, enjoying the feelings the world provides. there’s a moment of silence as he simply enjoys his physical state in the world. “our size is also our strength, no?” he asks and he opens his eyes. “we’re small, immaterial. we live to die, but that means...” he pauses, and smiles wider, “we’re free to live as we wish.” he reaches for the sky, the clouds, the sun, even though he knows he cannot touch, he cannot. “isn’t it liberation? it’s the world telling you, ‘don’t be afraid of the years ahead. don’t be afraid to look, to reach, to aim for the sky because... it won’t matter.’” he drops his hand, nothing material in his grasps, but a smile on his face nonetheless. “you lived your life without fear, without holding oneself back and that’s all we can try to do in this unimaginably large world.”

“hahaha, now look at the time!” he shields his eyes as he looks up at the sun at it’s highest point, “are you hungry? i am! let’s stuff our pointless existence with the joys of food!”

[rushifua]

@carissiimi

She never would have expected a mass of balloons to have caused so much trouble. Bullets were good enough at shredding through them but their numbers were overwhelming. And that didn’t even consider the ones that were ignored and all the people running around trying to pop them. All of that made it difficult to navigate through the district.

Then all of a sudden, the sounds of popping rang throughout the streets. All the balloons before her had suddenly popped regardless of their color. It seemed that whatever caused this mess had ceased. As the screens flared back to life and the figure droned on, Homura made her way towards the apartments. Despite being late she figured it would still be good to pay a visit. Giving the front door a solid knock before speaking up.

“Are you there Nier? It’s me, do you mind if I come in?”

[isolaradiale]

so how are event points tallied? will you guys be facilitating activities that count towards popping the balloons, or is it entirely up to us to determine whether our muses make the point cutoff or not?

It’s entirely up to you! We realize trying to tabulate things might be a little daunting, so it’s completely in your court to determine how many points your characters can reasonably get. Reasonably being the key word, here.

Just make sure you have plenty by the end of the event, by whatever means possible! ;)

-- mod spica

[isolaradiale]

plops nier into your inbox!! per prior reserve, you can find her app at link two under the 'nav' link. contact was my other blog, flagratum uvu

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Nier!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 340!

You’ll be able to use Beloved to reduce incoming damage up to five times per day.

-- mod spica

[amvricanpsychos]

carissiimi 

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