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[godsrestraint-blog]

“... ... ... ... ... ... ... ‘Oh, worm?’“

[herosburden]

You’ve turned your satchels and clothing inside out and torn apart even the most improbably small corners of the bunkhouse, but not only are your various weapons, supplies, and stash of food gone (even the apples...), the Sheikah Slate which had never left your sight since you got it is now nowhere to be found. The frantic search turned up the Master Sword at least, but you’re not sure it’s physically capable of going missing.

But, you must have gotten here somehow. Maybe your things were dropped somewhere along the way... it’s with this logic in mind that you’re now out in the snow-cloaked streets, eyes fixed on the ground in search of anything even remotely rectangular, or otherwise familiar.

You come to an abrupt stop as you collide with something firm and unexpected—with someone.

“...” A bashful expression takes the place of an apology. But before you can scurry away, you realize: they might have seen something.

“...H...Hey.” Words are hard, and your throat is dry. “Have you seen a...” you trail off as you realize you don’t even know a general term for the artifact. You mime holding a rectangular object, touching a screen. It’s probably not very informative. “Thing? About this big... it shows pictures?”

[ifaustian-blog]

“Do you think we could start a white hair club here?” No privileges, they just have tea every so often.

[exknight]

     “i guess this might as well happen.”

yuri’s found himself in yet another situation. waking up in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed, wrapped up in unfamiliar blankets - it isn’t the best feeling. especially not when your head’s pounding, whispers of a word you’ve only heard in regards to fairy tales ricocheting around inside your skull. also, his throat still feels sore - as if he’s been yelling. has he? who knows. there was that dream, but... wait, was it a dream? somehow, it felt more real than reality itself.

creepy. 

anyway, the room didn’t seem especially suspicious - or even uncomfortable, at that - but no amount of warm blankets could ever make up for the absurdity factor. he booked it outside the moment he could and was greeted by this expanse of snow and a town he’s definitely never visited before. 

he’s been wandering aimlessly for a while now. at least the second star’s with him. sheathed and dangling at his side; he’s glad to have a weapon. too bad artes are out of the question. the unnatural lightness of his wrist is a constant reminder that his bodhi blastia’s gone... along with his axe and gauntlet.

it’s unnerving, but there’s no point in panicking. yuri’s life seems to be a compilation of weird shit happening. this is just another instance of it. 

at any rate, the best place to go in a situation like this is probably the local tavern. he can pick up on whatever’s going on based on the gossip... and gauge just how real that dream was while he’s at it. too bad his sense of direction’s as, uh, questionable as ever.

a few people are around. might as well ask someone and save some time... before he freezes over in this cold.

     “hey.” reaching out to someone who just happens to be passing by, he rests a hand on their shoulder. “you have any idea where the tavern’s at?” 

[timetried]

          Look at the ground. You just kicked something that was buried under the snow. What could it be?! A log? A rock? Buried treasure? That pair of keys that you lost three years ago?

          Aw, too bad.

          It’s just a kid.

[zettaration-blog]

   to say that this was Sho’s least favorite job so far was a massive understatement. it’s obvious from every moment spent at the warmhouse would rather be spent somewhere else; maybe he can’t walk out and abandon this place ( he thought about it, he really did ) but nothing restricted him from complaining rather loudly about every thing he found disagreeable, which he does at every given opportunity.

   unfortunately, he does this instead of actually listening to what the weird bird-kid ( they’re older than you, Sho ) is telling him to do. his first patient comes in and Sho is all confidence and and snarky comments right up until the patient sits on the cot in front of him. he takes the time to actually look at the wound, and right as he starts plotting out his next actions, he freezes. 

   when was the last time he actually treated a wound physically? ( never. )

   it’s painfully obvious that he has no idea what to do first, but he refuses to voice any question about it. needing help from someone else, after all this? no way. he could figure this out. sho looked from the wound to the supplies, and back to the wound again. 

fuck.

[illusixnry]

While the other activities present during this festival were interesting, as well as learning a little more about the stories told within the village, there was one he found much more interesting than the rest. Fencing. Sure, it was different from how he usually fought with a sword, yet he was interested regardless.

The wooden sword in his hands was lighter than his katana, yet that certainly wasn’t going to stop him. With a few practice swings, he quickly looks around the area, spotting a few people watching.

“So! Who wants to fight?!” He seems a little too excited about this.

[solisdraco]

          what’s a yellow dot in a sea of white? well, if you guessed a really grumpy dragon shoveling the bunkhouse’s path, then you’re right !  it’s very clear that she would rather be doing anything rather than this, but she’s been feeling restless & unsure of what to do here; & hey, the shovel was right there.

    ‘ oh dad, you’re so full of bull’... blah blah blah, “ be a good kid and go shovel  ” he said ! “ exercising always makes you feel better ” HE. SAID. ’ her every word is punctuated by an aggressive swing of her shovel. 

          though manual labor was never been a problem for yang, it’d certainly help if she had the appropriate gear for this weather; her boots were still the same, in fact, all of her outfit was the same, save for a furred coat tossed over her shoulders. to everyone’s surprise, she’s still not frozen, for whatever reason it may be... what isn’t a surprise, however, is how she ungracefully slips on ice & lands on a pile of snow. if only her humiliation had stopped there -- she hears someone approaching.

     ‘ ...h -hey there. don’t mind me. i’m just, uh... taking a break ? i’m taking a break. ’