#casualtheft

[kozeriaii]

@casualtheft

as soon as he enters the shop, he takes note of how cramped everything seems to be - the small space combined with the stacked shelves displaying all manners of merchandise makes the shop feel crowded, even when he and the shopkeeper seem to be the only ones inside.

but he’s not here for the merchandise. walking up to the counter without sparing the rest of the shop another glance, he sends the lady there a smile. 

"this is a... magic shop, right? i saw the sign from across the road, and got curious.”

“looks like you’ve got a lot of stock here. do you make all of your goods?”

[porteurdereve]

@casualtheft

– 💎 Dazzling ruby eyes look upon the magic shop sign with curiosity. He ponders the wonders that the shop withholds on the inside. G’raha lightheartedly predicts the types of objects and creatures he is bound to find within the confines of the small shop. He enters into the shop, his ears perking up in excitement upon seeing the vials, mushrooms, charms and much more.

“Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous,” he breathes out as he closes the distance with a shelf of vials. The array of colors surprises G’raha. He has seen alchemists create various of tinctures before, but never so colorful. “Assortment of potions and elixirs, no doubt,” he tells himself as he picks one up. 

“The mixture is perfectly cohesive. An expert alchemist undoubtedly fashioned these concoctions.”

[mys7ery]

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the placements of whether things fall on the line of not quite human or not quite dead is obscured, sometimes. he's unable to tell more frequently in this place, or so he's found. and he's no longer double-taking at the realization that this person or that person can see him, more accepting of it by now. it's just the floating that's taking longer getting used to, when he'd do it so much more often before.

so outside of this shop he stands, curiously looking over the sign in the front. he wants to visit wherever he can that stands out to him, and this place has — who is he to ignore it? when he opens the door, he places his feet to the ground first, no longer floating. he cups a hand around his mouth as he walks in, shuts the door behind him, and very boldly declares inside,

"I'm hooome!" as if that were any way appropriate. and it's nice in here. there's a lot of items that he wonders what could be used for, so it's almost as if he's instantly distracted as he moves over to a couple and picks them up one by one. he doesn't try to drink anything, though. he wants to. he doesn't. he's holding onto the ones he does pick up, though, cradles them in his arms so he can ask about them and he almost fumbles one and drops it, but he catches it just in time. "Oh.. that was close! hee hee."

[sunboyallowed]

          @casualtheft​.

They seem lost in thought, whoever they are -- Voyager isn’t too interested in the specifics because they aren’t very important, at least not as much as the fact he’s spotted someone who seems absolutely invested in the night sky overhead. He patters over with light footsteps, taking a seat beside them without a care in the world, swinging his feet back and forth.

His hair, like the stars, glows softly.

The sky’s pretty, from down here. It’s pretty from up there, too, he knows. It’s a different view, but it’s the same view. Voyager gently reaches a hand up, like he’ll be able to touch the stars, like he’ll be able to reach out and pull them down to meet him. He’ll continue his journey, soon.

“... the sky... is nice, huh?”

He offers a smile. He likes their hat, and the thought of wearing it himself makes the smile burst into a few short laughs.

“Have you...” Voyager stops to think, his brows furrowing just for a moment, “... visited it, before?”

[greatharvest]

    ❛   Hmm...   ❜

        ISHTAR   has completely lost track of time --- not that time was truly relevant to a goddess in the first place. The discordant sounds all around, the flashing lights, the jingle of plastic currency... Yes, she could spend a week in this casino --- just soaking in the ambiance !  The only thing better than owning wealth, after all, is being surrounded by it ( and those in the pursuit of it ). She was given a meager amount of currency upon arrival, and every instinct is telling her to spend it all at these machines... But to do so, she has to study how they work. The more informed she is, the more likely she is to double her wealth --- or triple it !  Surely she won’t lose it all ! 

   ❛   I don’t trust these lever-pulling ones. They almost seem too easy to be real.   ❜

・‥…━━━☆ @casualtheft​ : sc.

[hopeled-archive]

   lips purse in thought, eyes narrowed  and brows furrowed at the area before her. some might think she was trying to solve some complex problem in her head, and they wouldn’t be too wrong! her palm remained pressed flat against the tip of the skateboard leaning against her leg, one hand on her hip. before her was noen other than beach in all it’s hot, sandy and busy glory.

         what was she thinking, you might wonder? why did she looks so serious? well.....

    “ Think it’ll work on the sand? “

@casualtheft​ -- summer s.c.

[tactic]

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“Wow. That is, uh… quite a story.” being talked to by random people is kind of weird, all things considered, and he’s not entirely sure what to say. he’s definitely... trying. he needs to find out what he can, but... it’s much warmer here than he really expected. a stark contrast to the unforgiving cold, although not the exact polar opposite. in any case, he’s kind of distracted.

It’s hot..

“Anyway, do you know anything about this place? I kind of feel like I’m hallucinating. What’s with the hole...?” 

[helpingthelongrain]

     Although Rinnosuke couldn’t quite shake the feeling of this place being familiar to him-- despite clearly not having been here before-- the view of a certain witch flying low above the skies of the Fibonacci Ward was, for certain, a sight he knew was one-hundred percent recognized as someone he knew, much to the man’s surprise.

“Hey!” His first instinct, of course, is to shout-- if he hesitated any, Marisa’s black and white visage would disappear off into the horizon, gone without a trace. “Marisa!”

It was equally relieving and concerning to see such a sight.

For as comforting as it was to see someone familiar... if people from Gensokyo were just being spirited away on a whim, then that was dangerous, wasn’t it?

His thoughts aside, fortunately through a combination of shouting and arm-waving (and a small robot dog running around him in a circle, excited by how excited her master was acting for once), it seemed he had gotten the girl’s attention-- enough to get her to look at him, at any rate.

@casualtheft​