#caster-disaster

[rosesxinxspring]

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    Hikari Yagami from Digimon is a muse I’ve written for and still write for! She’s one of my favorites after Yamato and I love writing her so much!!

[coolestcatcher]

“Cultured frogs? What are cultured frogs?”

“That’s a really random question that I actually don’t have the answer for. What are cultured frogs?”

[caerulaluna]

“how long has it last been since you slept?”

caring for stubborn muses: accepting!

     Shaky hands place the books back in their designated places; everything organized alphabetically by author, just as he was taught. There had been a couple mess-ups as he went about his library duties, but Minato just blamed that on his clumsiness. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He could handle it.

     The youth turns to start on his next pile of returns when the voice of his superior cuts through the silence. Since he’d slept? Come to think of it, sleep hadn’t been common for him lately. Minato was used to staying up late thanks to the Dark Hour, but Wonderland didn’t have such a thing. Old habits die hard though, and the student instead used his late-night time to catching up on assignments. Such is college.

     “…Few days, maybe,” he answers halfheartedly, picking up some of the books from the pile. Thinking nothing of it he sets about his tasks once again. This goes here, and that one goes there, and… Were things… Always this blurry…?

     A thud echoes through the library as Minato collapses to the ground.

[lunaxmachina]

*puts hand over your mouth*

Random Actions-Edition {Action Starters}

After a week of bartering with the campus’ staff, Mizuki had finally managed to gain access to the school’s library despite her not being a student. When first entering the library, she had stared in awe at the wide variety of books, her blues eyes glimmering when she realized that this was knowledge that was unknown to her. And then she started her work and diving into adventure.

After another week, she had gotten into a routine of grabbing one, two, or five books and hiding away near the center of the library but her normal spot was taken. So today she retreated to one of the dark corners. And when she went to turn on the light, quickly noticing that it wasn’t working.

Slowly she inhaled, laying her hand flat against the bulb. For a moment her breathing stopped and her eyes scrunched together. When her eyes opened again, the light bulb was on and lighting up the dim corner. She smiled in satisfaction before taking a seat. Within minutes, Mizuki was buried deep into her book. 

And then a hand clamped over her mouth from behind, and her back instinctively tensed. “Huh! Mhw wmh mhmmmin,” she protested through muffled cries, her gaze still staring forward. The audacity! Who was keeping her voice silent??

[bloodcursedqueen-blog]

A familiar feeling

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Feet trapped with in black leather shoes patted against the ground her hood gettly flapping behind her, dawning a cloak to hide the armor she knew would be thought of cursed if the dark past was revealed fully. A cold shudder racked her body for merely a moment, she knew where it was resonating from, it was one of two things on her mind. It was either the eyes casted upon her most probably questioning what the grey cloak with red stains hid underneath, or the surprisingly cold feeling the new tattoo on her cheek was emitting, she’d never want to use her magic for such a thing again. A small statue in her hand, though what it was...it was hard to tell it was either herself or the kieser that had recently moved on...a punch in the gut really she still wasn’t over losing that voice in her head. A jagged crown with a sword vertically through the middle plastered on her right cheek in a icy blue glow, head pointed to the ground to keep from meeting the gaze of the ones around her that seemed so foreign. Devices made of odd metals, books that were much thicker in pages than what she was used to even Mantus reading, yet each look given to her seemed so familiar, it was either wonder or fear and never in between...

Kalina has made a perception check: 19 +3 = 22

Her gaze slowly drifts up from the ground to look to her surroundings the shops openly sticking out to her almost as if they were signs to immediately tell her where in the world she was located. How she ended up here, though being it with no destination in mind, was beyond her knowledge, she hadn’t exactly be measuring her walk the want in her mind to secure a safe parameter before starting to accept contracts once again. Her eyes moved to the sign, thank the merciful gods it was in common, “Rosewood college...” college? Like the places wizards and knights went to, to train their skills and arts in combat? No it must be different...there hadn’t been any explosisions yet. Then it must be a place for scholars an empty hand, her left, raised from under the cloak revealing her blue slim gauntlet, “A place of learning...perhaps i could have sent Adrya here had i actually been able to return to her...i wonder if she would enjoy the chance to learn.” Once again looking among the location...Kalina decided quickly that if this place was important her chance to use it had been missed, no doubt Scarlett would have enjoyed the Scene. Turning her body slightly to start her leaving the armor of the keiser (plate armor) clancked about under the cloak, though as she turned her head a small blur caught her eye, a person, a certain feeling of...magic, Kalina decided to do what she would normally do in this situation...and follow them slightly at a distance.

Kalina rolls for stealth (With disadvantage!) 2 +1 = 3 / 3 +1 = 4

Well this was going more poorly than expected close to immediately when Kalina started following this person of interest, her armor imdeiatly clanked right against a metal trash can, she never was one for the silent approach anyways. Yet despite her massive, but not utterly complete, fail at sneaking after the person she still did follow the off of the campus, or at least away from the sign. She didn’t know where this person was going, but she was going to follow them, at the very least to try and figure out why they gave off an aura of identical magic, she began to try to relate things in her mind, was the aura natural or learned? Kalina had not known any personally, but she knew a talented bard and two powerful sorcerers, even a druid, but this feeling it was...both different yet familiar perhaps it emanated from Zed at one point. She needed to find out, but to openly ask would be way too risky, so follow at a distance and observe, watch him one thing was sure though...her hunter’s bane wasn’t reacting to the person so that was a decently good sign. Kalina stopped for only a moment, and used an ability provided by her Paladin path, Divine sense, no gods as far as she could see and using that she ruled out another option, “So they aren’t Celestial, fey, fiend, or undead...What are you...?” Asking this to herself and still attempting to follow her mind wandered from the path in front of her and suddenly something had caught her leg. “Gah! Oh FU-” Then a loud thud of absurdly heavy armor hitting the floor followed by a load groan, not the most graceful thing when she doesn’t pay attention.

Kalina has taken one point of bludgeoning damage

[beau-staff]

“Yeah, like fuck you are.” She throws his arm over her shoulder, grits her teeth, and hauls him upright and doesn’t fucking fall, Caleb Widogast may be tall but he’s seven pounds soaking wet of wizard and most of that’s the jacket. She can carry his weight. 

He can’t carry his own weight, not like this, and fear sinks claws into her throat and whispers that Caleb is going to prove himself right before they make it to a healer. They’re miles out from any town that she knows of, deep in the woods that had been so creepily saccharine that Beau had dismissed the reports of monsters on the outskirts. Nothing that Wonderland could throw at them could be worse than a dragon, and they’d killed dragons before.

Except that now Caleb was bleeding out, and they didn’t have a cleric to pull him back this time.

“You are not dying,” Beau repeats, and tells fear to fuck off. She takes a step, then another, dragging Caleb along with her. “We’re going to go find a healer, or whatever passes for a healer in this place, and you’re going to be fine. Quit whining, already.”

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