#divinacrystallis

[magiavode-blog]

♛ @divinacrystallis ♛

           This contraption was so... strange. He had been watching it for the past hour or so - people seemed to walk in, the doors shutting behind them, and then when it opened again they weren’t there. This must be some kind of magic trick. Nodding to himself, he decided to brave this teleporter to hell, squeezing his way in with the other person. 

          As he looked around the small box, he noticed the panel with several buttons, and in a fit of curiosity, the mage decided to press all of them at once. Sorry Mikleo you’re going to be here for a while. 

[crepuscularxrays-blog]

Suddenly, a mysterious force shoves Roxas under the mistletoe!

“Wha--”

Roxas stares at the plant, wondering what kind of whack shit he would be in for this time.  Wait, is that... 

“Mikleo! Oh my god!” 

[shatteringorange-blog]

❄️ rip mikleo

「 ☂ 」–  If getting a snowball thrown at her was Mikleo’s answer to being hit by a shoe, Edna was far from impressed, her lips donning a flat line, eyes showing nothing but boredom. Even as the fluffy snow drips from the top of her head, she remains unfazed for now, turning around ever-so-slowly to face her attacker. 

     Opening her umbrella (which she should have done earlier), Edna tosses it to her left shoulder and looks at him, more firmly this time. “You think you’re so tough just because it’s snowing and it falls under your element.” – technically. “Bravo, Meebo. You’ve gained a level in toughness. What should I call you now, o stronger-than-my-poor-self Mikleo? I wonder. I wonder.” 

     The sarcasm in her tone never leaves, and just when she seemed like she wasn’t doing anything except talk, she stomps her feet once and just like that, a rain of snow is thrown from right behind her, the earth rising to her will, sending the snow gathered there towards Mikleo.

     “Try again.”

[huiusmodi]

@divinacrystallis​

      These dumb Gods. Whatever enchantments they brought upon the island surely brought some ill-will. Or was it good and he was just suffering from karma? It’s too hard to say. But what he could say, was what sour luck had given him to transform so suddenly.

   Luckily he wasn’t too far from the woods, so his escape was rather quick. Though... his clothes had been shredded in the process. So at some point, he would have to return to his apartment to get changed. As well as pick up the tatters of his clothes so no one would panic or worry. Heaven help him.

      It’s pretty chilly out too but that dark fur keeps him nice and warm. His instincts tell him to roll around in the fresh fallen snow but he would resist, treading on to go deeper into the woods to hideout until this wore off-- if it even would wear off.

   SNAP-- ...What was that? Quickly looking about, Harper can’t seem to see, smell or hear anyone around... This was scary. He had nowhere to run, except he could perhaps climb a tree-- but he’s not a cat either. Instead, he just ducks into some shrubs, remaining still to see what would appear, or not appear.

[fidusinx-blog]

@divinacrystallis​

      “You. What are you?”

            Despite his searches through Solitude for any real answers to how he even popped up here, he could not contain his sudden outburst when crossing paths with a rather peculiar being.

      “Stop gawking and answer me.”