#dreamyarcher

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From the Depths | Micaiah & Setsuna

Continued from here.

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Setsuna frowned deeply, eyes glued to the pond. She’d seen something. She was sure of it. Though maybe not sure because it was a fountain so the water was always moving but she was so sure she’d seen something.

Siting on the edge of the fountain, she leaned over the pool of water far more than was probably safe as she scanned the water. It had looked like something swimming around, but there weren’t any fish in the fountain. That was strange, right? To have a big fountain but only one fish? That didn’t make any sense to her.

So focused on trying to spot the mysterious maybe shape in the water, she payed no attention to the people who walked past, chatting softly.

A soft, warm sigh penetrated chilling air as the maiden entered the courtyard, relieved to have finally been able to retreat for a quiet moment. Though she had made great strides in improving her social capabilities, she simply couldn’t adjust to the excitement of large crowds, and as a result, she found herself weary far too early. The breath of fresh, crisp air was the exact sensation she sought; something that heavily contrasted the sleepy stuffiness of the castle. Lifting her head, she noticed a few small groups of people walking along, almost urgent, as if they had someplace to be.

It was then that she noticed an unfamiliar face, gazing deep into the fountain, appearing rather fixated. Upon first glance, Micaiah assumed that the girl had lost a possession to the pool of water. That is, until she began to sense her waves of confusion. At least, that’s what she thought she felt. It was curiosity that drew her towards the woman and before she realized it, she was nearly beside her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her words admittedly more blunt than she had intended.

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Trying to stop the dazed archer from falling into several traps set around camp | Setsuna

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Odin was sent by his Lord to help out one of the fellow Hoshidan. They had made a truce and Odin was willing to help, Leo had told him about a blue haired archer from Hoshido who had some issues with traps. Odin didn’t quite understand what he was meaning. 

As he wandered into the nearest forest, he saw a small rope on the ground and leaned down, “Ahh! Pesky rope you are no where near my level to conquer me!” 

And with that, he grabbed the rope and up into the air he went quickly. Dangling by his left foot, he reached for his fire tome to free himself but then he looked up, to the ground and saw the tome laying on the ground. He relaxed and huffed to himself, “this rope will not best me! I will better it, I, Odin Dark will conquer you maleficent trap!”

He wiggled more in the trap which caused a tighter grip on him, he was hoping no one was waching, but he did secretly wish that someone was so that they could him.

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Forget-Me-Not || Setsuna

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The road to Hoshido was a long one from the desert. At least, it had seemed that way last time when all Ismaire had for company was a rigid young knight hell bent on guarding her safety. He was only ever trying to protect her, she knew, but he was always trying so hard. Most of the journey was spent in silence (less she ruin his concentration) and when he wasn’t on the hourly vigil for signs of danger he was hurrying them along so they could “avoid what perils laid for them ahead.”

It would be nice to enjoy a bit of the scenery this time around, Ismaire thought, happy to have been given a second chance at this. She stole a private glance at the bob of cornflower blue drifting along beside her. What a nice opportunity as well this would be to get to know the archer who almost made this an impossibility. She smiled.

“We picked a beautiful day to do this,” Ismaire commented, her eyes now cheerfully aimed at the crystal blue skies above. She breathed in deep and felt her body rejuvenated under a passing mid-summer breeze. The tree tops whispered their names and swayed their leaves in greeting.

“Thank you for offering to escort me into your country, Setsuna.” She would have never imagined they’d be traveling together three weeks ago, but Ismaire supposed the world had a funny way of bringing people together sometimes. Hopefully things would turn out for the better this time.

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Directionally Challenged [Julius & Setsuna]

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The Gates would be a better method of travel if they didn’t merely spit travelers out wherever they pleased. This, among and speckled with a plethora of a expletives, repeated inside Julius’ head - and occasionally out loud - as he broke his way through the unruly underbrush of some forest heart. Several times a pliant twig he tried to knock aside swung back with a vengeance, and twice at least caught him across the cheek, snagged his hair, and once nearly hit his eye. The first offender had felt his wrath, but only after he had wrestled with it for some time. When at last last he managed to break it in half with a less than satisfying wet snap, he decided the rest would not be worth his energy. As irritating as they were…

He couldn’t even tell if he had landed in a new country, or if the Gates’ whimsy had merely thrown him into the middle of Verdane, and the tree cover overhead was too thick to see much in the way of mountains or other landmarks. Grumbling and wondering occasionally if navigation would be easier after a blast from his Fire tome, Julius finally clambered his way into thinner woods. Thorns snagged the hem of his cloak and he stopped to tear it free with a huff, but as he turned back to his arbitrary path, it was a large - and full - woven net that stopped him a second time.

He approached with more curiosity than caution - after all, what could hurt him from within a trap? - excited to find some bear or lion he had never witnessed before up close. Human eyes looked back at him instead and he stumbled backwards, startled.

This civilization hunted humans?

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Training Practice | Setsuna

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Ishtar picked up her tome, Mjolnir, and strolled out to the Training area. Summoner Kiran told her she needed to meet up with new people and test out her new skills in battle better. 

She felt her anxiety race, she really didn’t like to be out with new people when she didn’t have to. But she supposed she would play around with some people to make Kiran happy, as she walked out she turned the corner and ran face first into a certain blue haired archer.

“Oh my Tordo, i’m so sorry.” She fell on her ass first and rubbed her head, “Are you okay?”

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rough and tumble

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He ran, and ran, and ran. His footsteps pounded in the rain. The ground was slick, but the thief remained surefooted on the worst of days. His cape billowed out behind him, a streak of red neath a dark, dreary day. The sound of his breathing, ragged and hitched, caught in his ears alongside the erratic splashing of puddles underfoot. He had to get away, had to distance himself.

This was a nightmare. It had to be. Yet on he ran all the same, determined to escape. Surely, he'd wake up at some point and all would be well, but in the meantime, he needed to-

"Waugh!" Perhaps not as fleet of foot as he'd estimated himself, he'd caught on a rock and stumbled. But where he'd been expecting to land a scant few feet ahead in the mud, he fell - right into a hole much deeper that he could have anticipated.

He landed with a dull thud, only by instinct - and some ridiculous luck - composing himself enough to half roll into his landing. Yeah. No way he was dreaming - that was for sure gonna leave a mark.

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Munday

⚓️ - What fatal error means you will instantly drop a thread?

I don’t think I’ve ever instantly dropped a thread. For better or for worse, I tend to give my partner the benefit of the doubt, and the list of things that make me uncomfortable is pretty short. I will drop a thread that I’ve been waiting too long for (at that point, it’s a matter of inspiration), and threads that I feel are pushing my characters to act OOC. For me, everything is rooted in respect. If I feel that someone is disrespecting my time, my comfort, and/or my muse, I will never thread with that person again. This is a hobby; I write with others for fun, not for obligation. And as I begin school again, I will be a lot pickier about who I give my time to.

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Nanna’s bangs aren’t long enough for her to truly imitate Setsuna’s, but she makes do with a single hand over her eye. Close enough? She purses her lips too, to make them fuller like Setsuna’s. “Wow....” she says, speaking slowly and carefully. “I’m like so... fantastic? Ares should really let me visit more often... I got him to kiss a frog, I should be able to get him to let me visit my friend Nanna... the other best person in the world...”