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Wandering again, a wayward eidolon amidst the sepulchers, lost in life and lost upon the living. Ennui and perhaps insouciance, more to say, Whitlea felt a great bout of boredom settling in, feeling socially awkward around the big crowds. Parties weren't quite on her list of favored occasions, being shy and forever alone as she was, but still to make do with the situation at hand she sought a familiar face, however familiar one wearing a mask could get.

A question of fair cordiality formed in mind, Whitlea approached someone from whom she felt good vibes so to speak, and thus set forth inquiry.

"Ah, hello. I'm not sure if we've met before, I do best when I see faces, but... well, are you enjoying the party? Come with anyone?"

[sabelvonschwarz]

† Schriftsteller †

godspapyrus

† Underground train station. Not everyone lives a life of heroic deeds and life changing moments of glory. In a place like this, you find many who tries to just live their average lives until they pass away or finds a grander purpose. However, everyone can become a victim from others immature treatment of their powers. The tunnel started to shake, dust crumbling down from the ceiling. Above there was seemingly another dispute in Citta between two characters who rather use their powers shamelessly like upset children and not taking into account of the collateral they're bringing with it. The quakes, however, did not heed. And they grew stronger by the second. Suddenly a powerful explosion could be heard even down here in the train station, the ceiling started to break, large chunks falling down onto the people.  One of the supporting pillars snapped from the unbalanced weight above it and old cracks anew made it break and crumble. The panic crowd all running en masse to the exits, people getting trampled by others and the like as the exits were getting jammed. A most gruesome display of the human mind when panic takes over reasoning.  In this forceful stream of people, one man went to the opposite direction. Adorned in armor, a sword as big as himself sheathed on his back and glowing with a strong jade color from the large crack shaped marking on his chest, long silver hair and eyes the same color as the glow he was giving off from his chest, determined to stabilize the situation before everyone would become entombed, countless dying in the process.  With the immense strength granted to him by the grail, he pushed up the top half of the broken pillar, squeezing himself between top and the bottom half. Using his back and arms as support, the hard rock digging into his skin, making him bleed for the first time in centuries as he let out a shout, pulling off all of his strength to hold up the pillar and pushing it back to keep the roof together. Gasping, wheezing in the dust from the debris, the man shouted towards the small crowd looking at his spectacle. 

" Run! Head towards the exits! I will hold this place up for as long as I can muster! "  He would not allow anyone else to leave after him, he was to be the last man out, God will it. 

[whitesuitedalchemist]

The Law of Equivalent Exchange [closed @ Faust]

To be released from the grip of death only to have that one particular art he alone possessed be limited in such a way was truly irritating to the alchemist. While he was proficient in the classical arts, that of piano, violin and visual painting, there was nothing that could quite compare with the feeling of an art that purely belonged to him. This alchemy was the product of years of research, trial and error, and the Crimson Lotus would not allow this affront to go uncorrected. At least there were ways in which he could reclaim his power back, and at least he possessed it, however limited in scope it was.

An isolated alleyway. The ideal location to ascertain for sure that this wasn't a bluff. Clapping both hands together and placing upon the wall, it was enough to tell there was no lie. The surge of energy needed for this alchemy was derived from the shifting of tectonic plates. Somehow, they had managed to sever part of that connection, enough so that there was far less power at his fingertips during a transfer. All this inferred within the scant few seconds it took to see the wall before him explode, with the area of the blast around the size of a four-seater car. A shoddy display. Turning away from that pathetic excuse for destruction, Kimblee halted in his tracks when he saw the shape of a young man looking at him.

"... Exactly how much did you see, young man?"

[beltrial]

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Movement and posture headcanons!     ☾ sleeps:

( answered here. ) 

[pyrrhiclegend]

    "So, was it you?"

    His voice came swift, curiosity raised as he hung his wooden spear along the length of his shoulders. A relaxed smirk accompanied his otherwise imposing aura. "When that fire happened in the green sector, was it you that summoned the storm?"

[princess-defyinghistory]

godspapyrus

" Well don't you look like the serious type ~ ? My, look like you'd be as much as fun that Itachi-kun is. How bo-ring. Put a smile on maybe ? Might make you look more fun ~ "

[eiennourei]

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Today was one of those rare days where she left Ein and Aerin at home, choosing to venture out herself. Although if she took too long, considering she was prone to getting lost, they would come to pick her up anyway. In any case, she had decided to try out the library, perhaps she would be able to impress someone if she had gotten better at reading? And so, with the vast quantities of books... she wasn't exactly sure what to try reading.

It was when she came across a brightly colored book that she tried to grab it, unfortunately it was a sort of foundation for a stack of books that would come tumbling down due to her action.

She gasped, her instincts halting for a moment as she watched the large tower come falling toward her. Perhaps she would be alright even if she was buried by books but...