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Prompt#1: Crux

It wasn’t so much an irregular day, so much as it was an extremely regular day. Sunny had spent the morning out on errands, preparing for the jobs to come--and Hesher had spent the morning looking after their child, as usual. His temperament, she’d thought, was not suited for child rearing, but he’d proven in the last few months that he was at least better than her.

Hesher kept his temper in check, not matter how many tantrums Jenny Wren threw, no matter how much screaming she could muster in her tiny lungs. No matter what, he doted on her. Even when Sunny could hardly stand to be in hearing distance of Jenny’s shrill screams, even when Sunny was three seconds from yelling--Hesher never was. And he made it look easy.

So, when he mentioned he had something to do with his crew early in the morning the next day that Jenny Wren couldn’t attend, Sunny did not hesitate to pick up the slack. Afterall, he did so much and she did so little, comparatively.

Needless to say, the moment Hesher stepped out the door, it all went wrong.

He was the cornerstone, the foundation, the crux of the operation that was the three of them. Sunny was in tears by the time Hesher returned, his rough hands gently wiping the tears from her face and taking the squirming Jenny away from his wife. And it went unspoken from then on that Sunny, the brave explorer of the unknown, the fiercely independent woman of the house, was the weaker link when it came to their daughter.

[beansnake]

Strength, Upright:

Strength, courage, persuasion, influence, compassion

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You asked for it: How attractive is Emerald?

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“Miss Emri!” Upa starts, her eyes lighting up at the mere mention of the woman’s name. “Oh, she is just lovely, don’t you think? She’s beautiful and has quite a brilliant mind to accompany her looks. Witty, too, if I might add.” She laughs then light and airy. “I adore her.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

“I am sad to say that beyond my escapades with D’arca, I’ve little time spent with her. I do hope to change that, but it seems our work would always have us busy..” She pauses, offering a sheepish grin and a bat of her ears as she glances away. “That, or D’arca simply.. Forgets to remind her of our meetings. She does not take well to his ideas or antics, to say the least.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔(wanting to have sex with them)

Upa simply stares, slack jawed and aghast at the very idea of it. The apples of her cheeks burn a crimson red and she glances away, looking anywhere but forward. “Please..”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“D-doesn’t she have that little Hyur boy?” she murmurs, still recovering from the previous question. “Mayhaps I am quick to assume, but they did spend an awful lot of time together at D’arca’s Moonfire get together.. ~”

[diarcaexe]

B E A C H  P A R T Y

(Only semi-canonical!)

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Hunting for Dhatura, I came across one Ruran Vas, self taught voidhunter. A mysterious, soft spoken man--who unexpectedly has an interest in maps and artifacts of various quality. Who would have gladly faced a violent duty alone, but who did not fight having help along the way. So many people I have met would rather die than accept help should they have already decided to do something alone. I helped--I told him he owes me payment and he does--but helping him made me realize something. Yes, I questionably risk life and limb to a degree--yes, on a whim with a stranger. But...

This is helping. This is for the greater good. This could be the thing I’ve been looking to find to keep me from wasting away in an office watching my brother read books until I die.

If he doesn’t call with payment soon, I’ll have to hunt him down and give him my monster-hunting rates. @weepingknight

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“Azeyma, She makes you happy?"

Ruran regarded her, taking pause at the lilt of her tone, but not interrupting. A quiet noise hummed from him at the end. "Yes," he said without hesitation, the little stone flickering once more. "She...gives me purpose. Without Her, I would not...be where I am. It is an honor to serve, to help those in need in Her name." Practiced words that came too easily from his lips, as if he had said them to others many times before. Or at least to himself.

"So, what do you do for yourself, then?" Emerald is staring intently at him, curling and uncurling the map within her grasp for a lack of anything else to touch. "You go to Yanxia for your Aunt Romi, you help people for Azeyma--I assume your hunting falls under this category--so what do you do to stay sane? I do not believe that one person can give so much and keep nothing for himself."

"M..myself?" The question took him off guard, confusion showing in the turn of his mask. "I..do not..." He reached up to scritch the side of his neck, glancing down at her map as some sort of excuse to have his gaze elsewhere. "My travels, my training, even my meditations, they are...all for this." He made a vague motion to the stone, as if that explained everything, and then shrugged. "What do you do? To...to stay sane?"

(( @weepingknight ))

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"You've earned a second chance at life. Pray, spend this one more wisely than robbing passers-by, aye? A man of your talents could be employed with any number of positive pursuits." D'arca pushes his glasses up his nose. "We'll chat at length about your future when I visit you in the stockades. Mind the beasts on your way back.”

The mage, happy to have his life....and quite frankly nothing else, scampers off with his tail between his legs.

D'arca watches him go with a snort. "Hyur." He shakes his head, gathering up the discarded robe. "Emri, you find anything worthwhile on the fallen one's body?"

"..." Hesher smirks and crosses his arms while also being Hyur.

Emerald shrugs, watching him go. "So going into the camp, then? There's only three more of them. We could--oh, I didn't check. Give me a sec, then." She wanders back to pick through the clothes of the armored one. "Do we like, wanna cut any bits off him to make a statement? I'm not against it."

"Don't be barbaric. I'm not going to stride into their camp with the fellow's head on a pike. That aside, we'd lose the element of surprise I'm planning to cultivate so carefully."

Hesher says quietly, "You two would make for terrifying pirates. I don't think we'll be needing to cut anything off.”

Emerald rolls her eyes and mouths "Don't be barbaric" to herself. D'arca sizes up the robe on himself. A little short, but just about the right fit. "Hesher, how well do you think you could control that bomb?"

 "Well enough. " The egi lets go of the bomb, grumbling.

"I have a plot that might give us the edge in the camp." He glances to Emri. "You might not like it."