“Whatcha doin?”
“I just finished my daily two-hour brooding. Then I’m gonna eat something and then pass out.”

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“Whatcha doin?”
“I just finished my daily two-hour brooding. Then I’m gonna eat something and then pass out.”
dropping Coco from Mermaid Melody for the time being; she was housed in Apartment 315
Dropped for you!
-- mod altair.
♕ - ; acting as in between for the other kingdoms, percival was given a small group of soldiers to keep him safe while traveling between the lands in order to gather those who would be interested or showed skill necessary to combat the current issues plaguing the country. there were brazen whispers behind him speaking of his high status and his rough appearance, his frame and look intimidating others. he paid it no mind, as if they had no intention of speaking with some conviction or intelligence he’d ignore them for the more important task at hand.
♕ - ; after some hours of marching, percival found himself with his cohorts just outside of the opalarian empire, looking at the stretches of water that seemed to go as far as their intended path towards the kingdom itself. not waiting for the men behind him, percival walked forward against the rough sandstone, before his ears picked up the ripples of movement underneath the water. he stopped his men for a moment, watching it silently before speaking out.
“ my men and i have no intent of bringing harm to your kingdom. we seek only audience with whoever rules this land. your hiding is unnecessary, rather, i would rather welcome the assistance in speaking with them. “
goldvoice
@goldvoice
❥ Love’s eyes were lost amidst the landscape in front of her. The nymph stood there, almost like a statue, on the broad river that lead towards the sea and served as a natural frontier between Xalphina and the Opalarian Empire. Sooner than later she would have to go there, not by necessity at that moment but just by sheer curiosity. A gentle breeze combed her hair and swept away some of the faint mist that surrounded her. Her feet felt at home touching water, like her whole body was being reinvigorated, it made sense since the doctor explicitly told her that her lower limb was the entry point of her body’s natural magic flow. Still, being able to walk on water like it was regular ground was still weird, to see at least, not to feel. Playfully, Love walked forward just to keep herself active, little did she know that something emerging from the water would completely obliterate her balance and make her fall on her butt, still on the surface of the river, of course.
❝ Ehhh?! ❞ Since when does people just come out of a river like that?!
@goldvoice. / sc.
One of the first things Faris had done -- after “settling in” to the best of his ability, which truth be told wasn’t very much -- was try to find the sea. He’d been to a distant world before; learning a new area, a new shore, wasn’t a concept too strange for him to wrap his head around. But the last thing he remembered was defeating Neo Exdeath and the fear that the void would consume their world -- and then darkness. Blacker than the void itself.
He’d tried to yell for Lenna, but no voice had escaped him.
And then he’d woken up in this city. In this “Spirale”. A world untouched by the void, if it were even truly a world at all.
A true pirate will always be drawn back to the sea. And so to the sea he went.
He had no boat. No crew. He had no idea where Lenna, Bartz, and Krile could be. It wasn’t even the same seas, he knew, but it was... something. It was all he had.
--a flash of movement out of the corner of his eyes had Faris whipping his head around, something about the movement and the brightness playing tricks on his mind for just a second, but it was a second too long.
“Lenna--!”
His voice fell flat suddenly. No, it... wasn’t. Perhaps for the better. If anyone had survived, Faris would want it to be Lenna. She had a kingdom that needed her, after all. Too young and radiant to die, to be tugged away here like he’d been.
“Ah--apologies, lass.” Traveling had had quite the effect on him, hadn’t it, that his first instinct for this was to apologize now, eh? “Thought you were someone else for a moment.”
☂!
☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
‘I’m not cold.’ Link protested as she placed the sweater on him, pretending as though he hadn’t been shivering. He pretty clearly had been cold, and he was grateful for the jumper... but he was a stubborn kid. His face was a little red with embarrassment, so he decided to just hide it in the sweater as he signed a sheepish ‘Thanks.’
☁️!
☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .
Go figure that dark storm clouds would start rolling in while he was shopping around for some produce. A kid’s gotta eat, y’know! He happened to notice the blonde woman who was inquiring him about her seashell, then he promptly confused her to death. Poor girl.
He rushed over to her, offering his hat. “Hey! It looks like it’s about to start storming! It’s not much, but take this!”
you can scratch that reserve; here's coco from mermaid melody! her application can be found under '/dossier'
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Coco!
You will be housed in APARTMENT 315.
You’ll retain the ability to transform into a songstress up to twenty minutes per day, though the power of your song has been halved. You’ll be given your yellow pearl and all the inconveniences that come with it.
– mod altair.