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[sivvang]

@eosavant

The pitiful wooden thing was already a bit damaged from her outing to the Fibonacci Ward the other day. She stared at it, as if in disbelief she was given this instead of the sword she’s always weld. But aren’t there weapons that exist, now? In the future? Her roommate certainly was an... expert on that, right? Perhaps swordsmanship had little use here.

“... I miss my sword.” Still, anything was better than nothing. At the very least holding onto a metallic weapon was some reassurance of protection now that her magic was gone as well.

[firefightersoul]

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“Whoa-” The pellet shot out of the handgun that he had been given, embedding itself in a nearby telephone pole. Dumbfounded, he walked over, only then noticing the civilian that had been standing nearby. Really nearby. Way too close for safety.

“Ack- Hey, it’s like,” he gestured to his gun, and then to the round projectile in the telephone pole. “Look, I’m a firefighter,” he placed a hand on his chest, as though it was obvious to everyone else what he meant.

“So, like, you know, I don’t use...You know...Bullets- Something got messed up with my gun!”

[skysteelshot]

♔ —• The leather bound attached to the side of a passerby stopped Morgan dead in his tracks for a moment, recognizing the style and to an extent, the air of the person holding onto it. So many times had he once held such books in his hands in his youth but had dropped all of it due to his own incompetence in the field. Incompetence which cost him greatly at the end of it all. And though he was a tad bit happier in his position now, the sight of it was still enough to cause him to stare at it in longing, letting out something of a sigh. It wasn’t until that he had done so that he had accidentally attracted the attention of the stranger, as he quickly did his best to hide his previous expression. 

“ Sorry for staring. It’s just, I thought I had recognized the grimoire on your waist there for a moment, thought I’d get a proper glance at it to make sure I wasn’t seeing improperly. But, those are the same kind an Arcanist would carry around, if I recall. “ 

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[compactfighter]

@eosavant

“Geez, no matter where I go, you little guys still keep getting yourself into trouble. Oh boy.” Caspar held a cat in his hand before apologizing to the shopkeeper about letting the cat in his store. How was he suppose to know pets weren’t allowed. ... Okay, maybe if he payed attention to the small sign he would have noticed, but the shopkeeper didn’t have to be so rude about it. Still, Caspar knew it was against the rules and took his leave along with the stray cat. Setting it down on the grown, he was ready to give it a good scowling for his action.

“Now listen here mister. You should know to not try to convince anyone to let you into that store. You’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t clean up that attitude of yours, mister. Got that?” The only reply however, was the cat laying on his back, begging for a belly rub. How could the warrior resist!

Kneeling down, he would start talking tot he cat as if he was talking to an infant. “Awww it’s okay little guy. I know you just want to go inside, but you’ll get into big trouble if you try that again. You gotta stay out here. or maybe I can have you stay with me! If I took you in, would you want to do that? Oh yes I bet you will little guy~ Yes you will!” Little would he know someone was behind him, listening to his conversation with a cat... that’s going to be embarrassing.

[kingofconquests]

@eosavant

Hm?

For a moment, it seemed like the curious woman was mumbling to herself. It wasn’t a concept Rider was unfamiliar with; one of his retainer’s wards talked to themselves so often that he was beginning to wonder if they even realized they were doing it. But this person seemed to be talking at something, not just to themselves.

So, filled with tactless curiosity, Iskandar went to investigate.

“You--yes, you there! I couldn’t help but notice the interesting conversation you seem to be having. But nobody seems to be around! So, who are you speaking to?”

[isolaradiale]

here to drop Warrior of Light (Scholar). sorry to everyone I was threading with; muse dissipated and i can't afford to put the time in.

Dropped! Remember to include your housing info in the future!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.

[adelphoied]

@eosavant liked for a starter!

another morning, another short trip to the grove. such quick, spell-based fighting styles simply don’t work well with this weapon. honestly, she’s confident no fighting style will work with the thin carved wood. but alisaie has to try. she has to practice. this might not be her home, but there are still people she’s yet to save and keep safe.

she isn’t always alone, nor does she make a conscious effort to avoid people. most people just hate getting up so early. sleep isn’t always so easy, though. turning with her blade, alisaie freezes and blinks at the sight of fuyumine... she feels familiar, unaware of whether or not they’ve met before. she’ll figure it out with time.

“ good morning. ” greeted with a smile, “ surprised i’m not the only one getting to work this early. ”

[shadowbringcr]

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

reign sentence prompts!

            Lycelle nodded, a distant look upon her eyes. As much as possible, she would not deny her friends the choice to stand beside her, as dangerous as the path may be. This wasn’t a journey she could take alone – a lesson she has learned dearly, by now. “ As much as I would wish to avoid such risks, they are unavoidable in our lives. ”

            And yet, those words still sting. Perhaps that is what he would have told her, at least in dreams – the nicer ones, at least, where he accepted her apologies. And so, why? Why was not she granted that chance to risk herself for the ones sheloves?

            Why did Papalymo have to throw her towards the airship?

            “ If possible, if would be best to limit such risks to myself. My…our companions have suffered enough. ” Enough on our account, were the unspoken words that rang in the air.