#graveresemblance

[rosepetalmafioso]

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It was a pathetic sight really, a man wearing such lavish aristocratic clothes counting dollars and pennies at a clothing shop. Frustration written clear on his face, he scowled as he held up the line. Preposterous. The Hatter, not having enough money on him? Having to buy a jacket off of the bargain rack to replace the one with coffee spilled all over it? And then the store had the audacity to mislabel the price, leaving the proud man floundering at the checkout line. The clerk gets aggravated watching him and tells Blood that he is holding up the line.

But he would not admit defeat. He always had to have the upper hand. He holds his head up high and snatches his money off of the table.

“Hmph. Your products are all terribly overpriced for such shoddy quality. And the stitching? Your seamstress should be ashamed of herself. These will fall apart after a short stroll.” He turns back to the woman next in line. “If I were you, young lady, I would take my business elsewhere.”

[flameindream2]

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“You were eagerly awaiting my return, were you not, Lady Deunan?”

...Well, the audience was just the jumble of troupe members he’d brought with him. But he is still an entertainer, no? The spirits of masked bugs shuffle around, some messing with the scenery of the place.

Grimm crosses his arms, looking proud of himself.

“You’re going to duo an act with me this time.”

[sylvarantichosen]

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“Oh, good afternoon! Welcome to Sunlight’s Canopy.” 

Colette cheerfully looked up from her doodling as a blonde woman pushed open the door, ringing the shop bells over it. She glanced about curiously, and Colette wondered if it was her first time here. It wasn’t a customer she recognized, at least. Mariela’s shop was a bit different from a usual café, with all the various products on display. 

Aside from the menu listing various coffees and teas and the like as well as some baked goods, there were shelves containing some artisanal goods like candles, hair products, and soaps. Behind Colette were rows of potions, each behind a card describing them, mainly medicinal in nature.

“Can I help you find anything, ma’am?” Despite her short stature, the woman had kind of a commanding presence about her. “Or would you like to order a drink?” 

[starsdevour]

Frustration is not an emotion that is a complete mystery━━  the homunculus has witnessed it twist faces silently;  other times, it burned as hot as alchemical fire.  But such a state, like many others, come in a myriad of ways and for a myriad of reasons, many of which he's yet to understand.  

This moment is no exception.

Altair had missed the scene that played out to result in a display of verbal aggression.  Many of which they would elect to ignore or avoid altogether.  Yet, he is drawn in like a magnet, gravitating towards instead of away as the woman fumes. 

"Hello,"   he says in greeting and a means to grab her attention.   "Is there something wrong?  You appear to be upset ..."   His gaze wanders to the sheet in her hand, confusion weaving into his expression.   "━━At paper?"

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[fangedblade]

Closed to @graveresemblance — “Cyberdrunk”

The craving for a smoke hasn’t left.

The sun is burying itself now, slowly but surely into the ground. Juno has been…adjusting quite well, really. It’s not home, but it may as well be. She’s checked out the ins and outs of Chronolium, and has been trying to find a spot to open up shop. Nothing yet, and she’s still working on getting the layout memorized. She knows that’ll come with time.

What she did end up finding earlier, however, was a bar. And with the sun setting, it was the perfect time to mask the cigarette craving she had with another.

The bell on the door rings as she enters. She surveys the people in the bar, as she takes Makina, sheath and all, off her back. She notices someone with blond hair right in front at the bar, and moves towards her. She takes the empty seat to the left of her, white braid closer to the woman than Juno’s tattoo. As she hides Makina under the bar, leaning it against the wood, she nods at the bartender, who turns around. “Sake,” Juno says. “And make it quick.”

The bartender simply nods, and within a few minutes, a guinomi is slid delicately across the table, in front of the weapons dealer. Juno picks it up with her right hand, and takes a small, controlled sip, making sure not to scratch the ceramic cup with her fanged teeth. After taking that sip, she mulls something over in silence. “Come here often?” She says to the woman next to her, without making eye contact.

[elitexfourxlucian]

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Once the migraine from hell decided to ease off, Will emerged from his shared lodgings and took to exploring this place in more detail. As he did, he talked away to the large bird pokemon at his side.

“So it seems that my powers have been taken, or perhaps sealed,” he said before looking to his companion. “I am willing to bet the same has happened to yourself, so any and all training and battles are off the table until we can figure out exactly what’s going on.” On the bright side, he had all of his pokemon on him so perhaps he could use this downtime as a sort of vacation?

Still, the lack of abilities and being unable to train were proving to be frustrating.

“Of course, I have no idea where to even begin looking for any sort of information on this matter.”

Xatu, upon hearing someone approach, directed his gaze to the side.

[otherworldly-healer]

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“It was surprisingly simple, and only took a few weeks. Now, it seems like this won’t be the most flavorful alcohol around, but it seems like you can get the job done with any fruit juice if you’ve got enough sugar in it.” The professor began pouring a glass from a bottle of red that she’d recycled before taking on the project. She just had to ‘taste test’ a bottle to compare the storebought stuff to her own fermented wine. At least that’s what she told herself. “It is amazing what some specialized bacteria can do to speed up the process.”

Raine passes a wine glass over to Deunan, sliding it carefully across the counter. In the ray of light streaming in from the window facing the street on the ground level of the Whisperwood home. She could see some specks floating in the wine. Some of it was some spices she had thrown in to up the flavor and the other debris must have been grape skins that hadn’t been completely filtered out. “I only took a small sip a few days ago. Let’s see what this creation needs to be perfected, hmm?” 

[halsberus]

He doesn’t know what he expected when signing up for chariot racing.  But upon seeing the decorated carts lined up within the castle’s backstage,  it almost feels like something pulled straight out of a historical movie set.  There are even costumes available for wear, and a charge of excitement rumbles through the air.

It’s difficult not to be amazed at the dedication and grand scale of the event. 

Heine circles around the chariot marked #38, the same number listed in burnished gold on his ticket, and comes to face with a woman around the front side.  Oh, great.  He makes a face of disgust before schooling his features into neutrality upon stepping closer.

“Hey,”   he starts in a mild greeting to get her attention.  “If you’re here, then I guess that makes you my partner...?”   Unless she’s the type to check the competition or cheat by making unnecessary ‘adjustments’ to their rides.  Heine lowers his brow.  Hopefully, that isn’t the case here.

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