#halfheir

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@halfheir

With a stack of books by her feet, and a particularly heavy encyclopedia in one hand, the author peered up at another book that was far out of her reach. She paused, considering her options. She could call for an employee’s assistance, but figured she likely wouldn’t be able to do so anytime soon; she could crawl and reach for it herself, but that was at the risk of causing a scene.

Eto sighed, realizing she’d have to find a stool or something, when suddenly -- purple...?

Oh, no.

Coupled with an odd, but unfortunately familiar scent, Eto’s eyes narrowed behind her glasses. The last person she wanted to see was that annoying, alien brat from a few weeks ago.

Turning and taking the rest of her books, Eto knew she would have to make an immediate exit.

[alteaheir]

@halfheir

          Like many others, Allura flocked to the village center in celebration of the new deca-phoeb ahead. The usual Altean garments she adorned had been shed in order to garb herself in something more conforming to Earth’s traditions. After inquiring around, she’d learned that something called a ‘Yukata’ was commonly worn at such festivities. Alas, there was very little in this ice bound wasteland in terms of stores. After enough scouring though, she’d successfully located a tailor by trade who’d exchanged something of similar ilk with her for other goods. 

          To Allura, it simply looked like a pastel blue gown embroidered in pink and silver flowers all bound together with an extremely thick and heavy sash. She was sure her discomfort stuck out like a Choferiak’s nose as she shuffled her way around the snow littered paths and mingled informally with the other denizens. 

          Furthermore, the sash wrapped around her waist kept sliding down and twisting off to one side, causing her to abruptly halt in order to adjust it. She wrestled with the material for a tick, when she felt a light pull at the back of it...conveniently slipping the sash back into place. She turned, lips blooming into a grateful smile which wilted almost as soon as she laid eyes upon her ‘helper’.

❝Oh, thank you that’s very kin--Lotor!❞ Fingers tugged firmly on the fabric to snag it out of his grasp.

❝What are you doing?❞

[eidolonpath]

Sorry about that last ask! On previous reserve here's Prince Lotor from Voltron Legendary Defender. His app is located on /app, and his stats is located at /statistics! Which are also labeled star links. I hope everything's in order this time! Have a nice day.

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #7.

Your alien sword sits upon your mattress… though it seems that it is only as powerful as an ordinary short sword. Peculiar…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

[enmasques]

@halfheir

          PATTERNS ETCH INTO WALLS, WHITENED gloves trailing along the imprints of district delta with ease as emeralds observe in wonder of the stretching cavern. how much knowledge has been written in foreign tongue here? even better, what secrets might something as this hold entirely. ah, were it not for the scuffle of shoes that resound against the walls, perhaps his thoughts might have lingered still on the subject. instead, lips curl into a smile as he turns to see just who has joined him; one of white tresses and a peculiar shade of skin, though dressed fancily enough indeed. ❝ Are you here on an adventure, too? ❞ a simplistic question enough, blinking once innocently at the stranger.

          ❝ I stumbled upon this place by accident, but it’s still really fascinating. Such as... ❞ gloved fingers lift, pointing to a set of pinpoint dots that seem nigh illegible to those whom glance over it. ❝ There! Those symbols, they represent notes to a tune for a music box to play. I hardly know the other symbols, but I guess this means something from everyone is on here, right? ❞

[nigenteki]

@halfheir

       It took a bit to locate exactly with questioning locals on if it even exists, but eventually he came to find a weapons shop himself. Although he has basic funds from his temporary ( he hopes ) job, he's just really browsing at the moment until he can continue collecting again. Browsing can just be kept simple, anyway. While he's interested in the items they have, he's also interested in someone who he glanced over to a phew times; they're unlike really anyone he's seen before.

❝ The selection they have here is interesting. ❞ a little friendly chatter wouldn't hurt, and he enjoys socializing with people who share similar interests with him ( well, he can only assume, but why else would someone be browsing weapons? ) If anything else, he'd learn why they're here to begin with. ❝ I'm just looking, myself. Have you known of this place long? ❞